The Gods Who We Are

Build an altar
To your wiser self;
Light incense and candles;
Await the presence
That comes only in stillness,
The presence that communes with you,
Is you.
Only you,
Who are so miniscule,
Yet infinite.

Our ancestors knelt before Osiris
And they received blessings.
Osiris, Apollo, Mary, Allah
Brahman, Buddah,
That flamboyant revivalist the Sun
And his soul sister the Moon—
All only you,
You and me.

However, like wild animals,
The gods who we are will not come
If they know that we are here.
So, silence first and foremost.
Fold into yourself,
That you might unfold from yourself,
Like the numbers
In an origami finger game:
Disappear so that you might reappear.
Still to active and back to still
Is the way of life and thought.
Be still all hearts.

Wait upon yourself,
At the edge of the night,
Reverently:
Hushed like a lamb,
Primed like a lion.
You are the only one who can receive the revelation,
And you are the only one who can give it.