As insidious as the notion
that the universe is pulling for us
can be — always putting slippery faith

into visions of intervention
slipping under doors, bleeding through cracks
to fill desperate holes within —

so too is the evil of believing
that it never pulls for us at all.
Choosing to forget we’re part of it

with a part in it that might require
our continued presence
is a denial and a mistake.

I don’t need personalized divinity
to explain it, or an Almighty God
to define it.

All I need: the notion
of living as a purpose in itself —
my choices as my choices, but not detached

from all others.  I don’t know
what to call it.  No one really knows.
We simply practice like mad for what it might be.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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