Do you know hell?
Hell. Funny word. It is a concealed place;
Only, it isn’t a place–it has no where.
Hell is a how.
How withheld the light. How the ghosts possess.
How living has not Life within it.
Flames? There may be…but they cast dark upon
darkness, and a way beyond seems
to have no way at all…
Until, a laugh. I mean, like the kind that jiggles your belly cells.
Or whispered breeze wafts rose your way,
or homemade bread greets you as you walk in the door..
Once in a while–and a while in hell is certainly interminable–
the lid gets cracked. Gasp! The light! Air!
…holy hell, how did I come to you (or, you to me?)…
Keep following the holy, wondering,
wondering,
robe yourself in the wondering:
She’ll guide you through the non-place
back to you,
and Life,
richer for the knowing, with a precious crumb more
for the offering…
I felt that. Acutely beautiful…