Saul Williams

I was reading this poem out loud from Saul Williams. It's an excerpt of his Diary, I think. I feel as if Saul Williams and I speak the same metaphysical language. It's creepy, because I feel like he's my prophet. He says everything I feel already in words and ideas and metaphors that I understand. Anyway:

Delegate of the Unconventional
Member of the Society-less
Author of the In between

The graffiti on the
Whitewashed wall
of the institution,
now crumbled,
Has become
the cornerstone
of our compound.

Compounded dreams
Distilled vessels, refilled
belief systems
Will be billed
Payable to
Who you pray to

If you wish
To pay in person
Addresses may vary
According to beliefs

Some will have to die first

Some may have to suffer
And be free from desires

Some may have to purge themselves,
Fast, cover their heads, think less
Of women, beat their children, abstain
From the secular world...

Yet others may simply be
Themselves
And in being and embracing
All aspects of the mtoher:
Patience, responsibility,
Compassion, open-heartedness
They will find themselves
Provided for, they will find
Their dreams fulfilled, they
Will find their spirits nurtured,
And their hearts healed.