Ascetic pleasures

Mind a fire, I drifted into sleep
Words of Luther absorbed into my deep.
A man committed to his cause –
intent to read the purest clause.

300 years later,  this isn't what Nietzche found.
The latter to Luther – set more on destruction
This religion, this idea, this Jesus
A cycle of distress disguised as reconstruction.

Will this world find the Christ
beyond an old book's pages?
Can we give life back to life
and let go of our own rages?

Reality will come to you
and darkness no sooner follows.
Yet goodness flows – and light, and Christ
beyond old religion's hollows.

Realize this – you created a hell
and enjoy its ascetic pleasures.
It's the simple gift of life that bears
reality's hidden treasures.

Put down your words and feel the earth.
Our hearts beat altogether.
Divine in you and divine in me
bring us as one forever.

Bear this pain and follow your call
to free yourself from hell.
And in the gifts and blessings between
share life with your fellow.