I do not worship your God
or pay alms to your church.
I worship in temples, woodlands
and caves. I pray to the Maker
while bathed in rushing waters.
I sing to the master of the universe
while clothed in sage brush and
pine trees. I dream of gods that
dreamed of a primordial lab of
thinking mud. I have thoughts of gods
devouring gods in unspeakable raptures.
I worship them only to worship the One.
The unnamed. The unspoken.
The unthought of. The supreme distance.
The reality of reality. The Lord of Lords.
The King of Kings. The Queen of Queens.
The Tao. The Awakened One.
The risen One. The dead ones
who praise her name in his holy voice.
George Cassidy Payne