When prayers are offered, do not leave traces.
The dusty gods are made out of sand and pollen,
colored sand and different kinds of pollen
according to their nature, it is their nature
that determines what they are made out of,
what they are made out of does not determine their nature.
Sand and pollen have made the dusty gods,
with wind and sunlight they have been making these gods,
it has taken forever, that’s why these gods are immortal.
Now I wipe away the sand and pollen, look, now the dusty gods are gone,
you will have forgotten about them before my song ends, look!
Image: Navajo rug, author unknown, date unknown. (No, it’s not a drypainting. It’s wool. Sue me.) I believe this image to be unprotected by copyright in the United States; in any event, the rug is in the collection of the San Diego Museum of Man, whose photograph of the item is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0) license.
Simple yet powerful, profound yet accessible — I really liked this, the interplay of the lines, the paradoxes, the images. Helps that I’m reading Neil Gaiman’s American Gods which alludes to one of your propisitions, that the gods may not have an existence beyond that of the humans who believe in them.
I’m very glad you liked it! I’ve had American Gods on my “should I read this or is it going to be just another Neil Gaiman novel” list for a while now – perhaps you’ll post a review and tip me off the fence?
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Of course, a review will appear just as soon as I’ve had a chance to digest it!