Organized religions verses self-discovery of existential truth: A poem

Organized religions  verses self-discovery of existential truth: A poem 

The chains of dogma bind, a gilded cage

With rites and rituals, a worship place show.

Blind faith, conditioning upon life's stage,

Creates a slavery that none may know.

From clever thoughts these structures rise and loom,

A source of conflict, fear, and bitter strife,

Lost in the shadows of the worship room,

Far from the wholeness of a truer life.

For priests and gurus, power they pursue,

And wealth and status, earthly and so crass.

Un-condition now, the cosmos is you,

Find meaning in the moment that does pass.

True faith's a heart of goodness, love, and light,

Existential truth within your insight.