I think that this song really speak for itself, but especially the final lines of the work. Church is a man-made construct, and one can give reverence to the world through any number of acts which are less artificial. This is the principal behind yoga- the practice is the yoke and the person who practices is the oxen, the smooth movements calm the mind so we til the same land again and again until we become inseparable from the practice.
I once met a man that attended church alone in the woods, I don't know what language he preached in but his gospel was heard.
“Wherever folks gather, to imply a rule,
They are each one a sinner, each one a fool
For if I drink my whiskey, and if I sing a song
I have no breast companion, a-trailing along
To imagine a sharing of burdens I earned
To steal from the embers I strove so to burn
God is one's corpus, and Jesus one's blood
The world is within you, without is of mud...”
I think that this song really speak for itself, but especially the final lines of the work. Church is a man-made construct, and one can give reverence to the world through any number of acts which are less artificial. This is the principal behind yoga- the practice is the yoke and the person who practices is the oxen, the smooth movements calm the mind so we til the same land again and again until we become inseparable from the practice.
I once met a man that attended church alone in the woods, I don't know what language he preached in but his gospel was heard.
“Wherever folks gather, to imply a rule, They are each one a sinner, each one a fool For if I drink my whiskey, and if I sing a song I have no breast companion, a-trailing along To imagine a sharing of burdens I earned To steal from the embers I strove so to burn God is one's corpus, and Jesus one's blood The world is within you, without is of mud...”