I belong to a group who is sent poems either by ourselves or other known poets every day, recently there have been an overweight of poems with God and religion as the theme so I, being asked, and joining others who felt the same, and threatened to leave the group, sent this:-

Too much GOD on the poems of Poesiringen, while I understand the joyful ecstasy of praising the Lord God without stopping to breath, why not the Bhudda, or Mohammed, or all the other important gods of modern society; they all spring from the same mind, that of the human being, and one should not have monopoly over another as they are all believed to be The God and therefore are the same.

"One god world without end", but it will end even if not in our lifetime or even the lifetime of our children's children a million times over, but it will end. And to what end then the strivings of mankind? All gone to waste in the skies of never never land.

This points even more to the eastern thought of the now. That is all we have, we who live but a tiny moment in the great genesis of the universe, its billions of years. Now here where you are, is the antithesis of non existence, the essence of our beings personified, solid ever changing in time. All is changing developing into something else, never static, even if it may appear so.

The birth of ideas comes from the old ideas, growing out of them as the seed grows out of the earth, becoming and becoming. None of them is absolute, nothing is absolute, always in flux are our thoughts as the brain juxtaposes atoms in our minds, creating flashes of known and unknown thought that crystallise into new thoughts. They may vary in pattern, but as a language is built up of the same roots, the same patterns of sounds and words, they are only the dialects, or variations of that language, ever developing into another language, the young changing slowly and deliberately their sounds and meanings.

I write now to explain to my own mind the what and why, the fact and fiction of all that exists. The why, ah if we knew, but there is no why, that too is only an idea of man, to question the existence of what exists, at least what we see and hear to exist as we cannot see the half of it all.

Our lives become but scratches on the most beautiful sculpture, the most magical universe that is is around and through us, beamed by atoms we cannot see, lit up by the light of one star, sun; enhanced by natures plants and animals, birds and fish; this earth so mysterious and so mind boggling, to exist at all is a gift from that universe and we should remember all the time how we add or subtract things beautiful to it according to each our individual manner of existing.

Remember I do not discriminate against others, only those who discriminate themselves. Every man his own ideas of life, after all we don't KNOW. Love to all Ann.