You can keep your dogma
Don’t try and give it to me
You put it in a wooden box
Tie a ribbon around it
And call it spirituality
But still I can smell
The sickly sweet odour
Of rotting fruit
So you’ve got the answers
Well I never asked you
The questions
Leave me with my uncertainties
They are wild
And fertile
And beautiful
Saadi Writing 
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December 12, 2010 at 8:24 pm
Lisa
Tim sent me the link from Facebook. You’ve written a very powerful poem….the image of spiritual certainty rotting from lack of ‘air’ is great. I’ve always felt what your poem has now expressed to me – how can people be so sure of anything? Whether it’s conventional Christianity, Islam, New Age spirituality or whatever, none of us really know anything until we die, and maybe we won’t even know anything then. I feel there’s some existence after death (or maybe I just hope there is) but I can’t seem to muster that faith that some people have…..the sure answers. Yes, uncertainty is fertile because it is, essentially, open-mindedness, and allows every possibility, every meaning, to pour in….’fertile’ is such a good word for it – you’re very clever.
Having said that, often from the most loving of motives, people want you to believe what they believe because they think it will comfort/help/inspire you (because that’s what it’s done for them)……but I’m sure you know that.