Superstition in Our Marrow (Sonnet 2428) ― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“I'm done trying to please everybody,
the academic robot,
the religious fanatic,
the newage crackpot -
I'm done tiptoeing on eggshells.”



“Superstition in Our Marrow (Sonnet 2428)

Earth is a planet of apes,
ivory tower apes diss faith out of reason,
pulpit apes diss reason out of faith –

then there are the newage apes,
chasing goat yoga, chakra penetration,
fortune cards, and aura farming,
who diss both conventional religion
and science, for they’ve found a more
self-absorbed method of hallucination.

Superstition runs through the marrow
of the human race, with each new generation
it merely changes costume.
Religion is superstition,
intellect is superstition,
newage spirituality is superstition –

from the sharpest of reason to the blindest of faith,
eventually all end up in superstition,
because in pursuit of a meaning higher than life,
we get disconnected from simple miracles of nature.”