Not my Religion

Your books are not my religion.
Your heroes are not my religion.
Your psychedelic trips are not my religion.

Your buildings with magnificent steeples or
buttresses or sculptures or paintings or scrolls
are not my religion.

Exercise is not my religion.
Kindness is not my religion.
Food is not my religion.
Dreams are not my religion.
Ritual is not my religion.
Respect is not my religion.
Psychosis is not my religion.
Memories are not my religion.

Your imagination is not my religion.
Your hopes, your needs are not my religion.

Others are not my religion.

Neither are you.
Neither am I.

This journey is not my religion,
for nothing here is sacred and
nothing here whispers infallible truths gently in my ear and
nothing here presents itself to me, powerful and steadfast,
as proof undeniable of what lies beyond the limits
of our understanding of the mysteries.

May 12 – 14, 2026