the only idols <br />are the ones made <br />out of our fears and <br />insecurities... <br /> <br />God has many faces, <br />many voices, many forms. <br />the only limits we impose. <br /> <br />holiness is diversity, <br />human beings clutch at shadows. <br />light becomes light <br />even on the darkest night. <br />and the darkness itself <br />holds secrets. <br /> <br />lay down your bodies, <br />and walk with the wind. <br />every moment a death, <br />and a beginning. <br /> <br />out of formless <br />the form becomes. <br />each wave is different, <br />all a part of the sea!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idols-for-veeraiyah-subbalakshmi/
