drop the rock

No thing
is
as it seems.

it is but a mask
you place upon
the Face of God

you call it a bird,
but is it so?

does a "name"
make it?

does the "word",
the sound, the "letters",
g-u-i-l-t,
make it (so)?

never was a world more false
than this

carry no burden,
and you will have none

you've got to actually choose
a burden
to have one,
make believe

imagine an empty bag
or a full one,
lugging it up the mountain,
is there anything you would let go of now,
leave by the wayside?

is it really necessary
to carry
the past,
sin,
guilt,
with you?

holding it close to you at 3am,
into the dawn,
the bright new day?

can you find any reason not to abort
now
this seed of guilt?

would you really plant it
along your path,
for all who follow?

can you find one shred of wisdom
in guilt?
one shred of joy?
on particle you desire?
any value at all?

to be "right" about this verdict?

home is where the heart is,
and guilt is not there

you cannot go home
while guilt is your God,
your first commandment,
thou shalt have no other gods
before me

you must undo
the knot

be still
and know

there is nothing
my Holiness cannot do

for I remain
as God created me