the eternal pacman

I am
the Eternal PacMan
chomping life
while monsters chase.

A golden sun
with pie wedge mouth
devouring all before me
monster in disguise.

The monsters are hungry suns
floating down thin corridors
to have their turn
at chomp . . .

circumincessio

the rooster crowing
the hen clucking

the flower opening
the corpse rotting

the lotus blooming
the root mucking

the spirit fleshing
the matter at rest

I Am This
The Eternal Interplaying

jingo

When we say
it's this or that
we've now shat
in our own hat.

When we say
it's them or us
we've become
a spiteful cuss.

When we say
it's mine or mine
we believe
we're now divine.

on heaven and hell

Early thought was that hell existed below (beneath the earth) and heaven existed above (in the sky). That gave way to a belief that both heaven and hell are inside of us. Now we open to the understanding that we are embodyings of the cosmos. We are the universe universing. Where does that put heaven and hell? Hell is when we continue to encapsulate ourselves in our seed husks while being pulled to open and flower. Heaven is when we open to the flowering of the universe that we are and move beyond the shuffling zombie existence of a  seed refusing to die and be born.