Window Washer

I am not convinced that there is, nor ever was,   something to be named ‘spirituality’.
As such, spirituality does not exist.

There are and have been spiritual men and women.
Spirituality is what occurs when a being, through his words, gestures, thoughts, through the interiority of his being, shows reality, the deep nature of things, when God shines through.

Thus, there is the spiritual that we are, that we become and the one that we follow.
Failing to be, we must follow. But what we follow is none other than what we are, what we are called to become.

In this way, being spiritual means cleaning the interior tiles, those that the weather has turned green and that soot covers.

Let the light shine
Here, practice.

The spiritual being, the one who sometimes disturbs, is the one whose tiles are not cleaner than the others, quite the contrary sometimes,

and who decides to open the windows.

Pure light, raw light, does not shine through.
Jesus, Buddha, are the spiritual beings,
The ones that I am
They are the fearless.
The tile cleaners, the light blowers.

Mumbo jumbo, theological verbiage, background noise, clothing, handed out trays, buttering up
I’ve stopped caring.

Whatever the spirituality,
schools, traditions, conceptual engineering, reported speech, are no longer my playground.

©FJ July 2024
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