I’ve been contemplating heaven and hell,
while chewing an apple slice,
staring at where
the sweet dry hills meet sky.
I think it’s kind of like that.
They come together, an uneven between,
the elements can be explored, felt, seen,
drawn, smelled, poked:
they’re in sacred relationship.
And we have to learn, each within ourselves,
our relationship to them.
Both teach. Both burn us to essence,
if we let them.
We can enter one and take the other
right along with.
Wherever you stand, sustenance can be found.
Where’s your heaven to your hell?
Are you the same within each?
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 