Rider...Trinities

Rider....
Trinities...

Human beings need their Gods to come in threes.
Call  it the Holy Trinity.
Brahma Vishnu Maheshwar
Father Son the Holy Ghost
All the better to appease.

Like a rider in the contract
That can make amends
For breach of promise...
Unbreakable rules
Slyly bend or blend.

One is lonely
A secret well kept.
Two  is conjugal
A pretty love nest
But
Three is a conspiracy
To alter the text...
crowded confusion
The mind to
Annex.

We need doubt and mystery
A clause of release
His burden of divinity
We try to appease

So we rationalize and aggrandize
The powers that be...
No impeachment ever
For contractual breach..
But mystery upon mystery
Piled over pea grain
Of Truth
Incredible answers
Our anxiety sooths.

The soothsayers mock the
Naysayers
And  right back at you
Preachers and teachers
Need disciples too...

The first clause ....

Alpha

The last...

Omega

In between this life
And if in our image
Shouldn't God have a wife?

Should we be worshippers
Did we ask for this state
If Death be the gateway
To an afterlife
So wondrous and great...

And living an examination
That perforce we take
Then to crossover to paradise
can, and should
answers be faked?

If Hell is an option   ...
Please do
Keep heaven at bay
For the path is too steep
We're mere befuddled sheep
And this leap of faith
You want us
To take
An act
forbidden by
Free Will...
killing
The Life
the Truth
The Way.

The Holy Gods
Or unholy ones
Sons oftchance
Of future
Alien Spawn...

Creation a dream
Or a concrete event...
Worshipping
Merely an Impassioned
Vent.

I release the fifth rider
Of this uncertain clause
Apocalypse
Thankful am I
To have Lived
Till Death
Endstops my pause.

Wild wondrous sun set
Sacred Sifr moon rise
Holy sunclad hills...leafy trees align...
Allelouia Allelouia
My heart is in tears...
For such beauty abrades
Allays all fears...

The Divine dust nascent nebulous universe
Glimmers and sparks
Creation annihilation
Electric jubilant arc.

We're pathways...
Shining the dark...
Streaming screaming
agonies of birth
Slivers of ciphers of
Reflected
Light travels hard
On our arched backs...
Backpackers of Fate
Lost
In existential cracks..
And we
Are the meaning,
The answers
The universe lacks.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2015