The Road To Hell

[Guest guest]

Whack-a-mole metalflake mentitus, dyed us

in lots and lots of little tiny golden glitter-gobs

of galvanized guff & fluffed up puffery,

a periphery performance in the art of gagging tricks,

of going down a road and painting yellow bricks

solidly behind us...

 

I could see "The Road To Hell," pointing down a path,

and in the gasp and glee of wordetry taking me,

all I see is "Ro"...and rows of roses open red.

 

I see "ad To He..." and revelry flips "Ro" redder open;

carving ship of ad cantopaigns and windowswill

swaggers in, opens roads rolled brighter, kiting "He"

and me to come on in to Hell,

here's the road to hell,

Sun Sen swollen budsack "ell" and warring words,

knells unheard, needs unseen, undreamed of beans

born mysteriously human, magically merged in earth

and drop the flee, the double-stick stand,

the hands, Hari-contoured heart-held hand rails,

stretched and marked out, fingers spouting loud about

the rites of raindrop rain writs writing rivers

of the what of the why that all our moving mouths moving cannot simply say.

 

I say I read "The Road To Hell," and well,

oh well, well such is the sell of the Wellness we are -

 

I saw the Friend standing there, motioning, commotioning

to come on down, come around

and climb down the spiral-staircase of highs

and dives that dip the nondual toe in tanks of Yikes

and tubs of Rreeerr, and I swear, foresworn to Thee,

that what I see is what I need to see...

 

seeing that You are me and I am Thee.

 

We walk together the road that's persona-paved

with heaven's and hell's hard light,

and that fire-fed night ignites all flights out or in.

 

In the imbedded bhava of all brides and grooms,

God, in the blossoming of the twin-stemmed plum flower --

 

deflowers all beings and pollinationates the pause,

the prayer, the palms pressed passionately

together...and we are all waving bravely

from the Sea of Spirit engorged

with the Glance.

 

What chance in heaven or hell have we, but to feed

on the Light that shines from all stones we throw

or comb from the Dark Hair of Parinda's Trick or Treat sack

of Such Suchness bagged from Bheda and Bhava'd memory?

 

Such saunter, such banter and bally-hoo,

such Thisness, such business, this bussing bodies

and brains across the plains of perfect surrender to roads

paving the way to hell.

 

Hell is a ripe peach reached and eaten, sweet tongue

tasted Tat, fuzzy-skinned That, fat-swimming in Sat,

so much so that Om blows open, Awe-saturated Bees

gone Zzzzooo-billow, burnt fire brighter,

zikr-buzzing each and every face that faces the place

we call "The Road To Hell," and smelling

only, swilling only, skill-stoned solely

in Love's lingering Oder of I Am Fragrant, Florid

with that which is thought horrid, that ain't.

 

The taint of That is where flats and sharps meet.

Complete heat and ice melt and surge, burn and freeze

belief that there is,

or was,

or ever will be anything,

anything less than Me making the turn

and learning that Love is All Roads,

and that the road to hell is swelled

with God's Body Alone.

 

Boneyard bathers, rattled raja-ripeners, Styx-stripers

snagged

on the rags

of realtime hooks and looking

and seeing that Being is being

the being that plants his hoof, cloven or webbed

or website-fed, upon the very thing he dreads,

and finds, he finds, It's found

that going down the road to hell that's burning,

is well, going down the road to Rama's Heart-Wheel turning.

 

When we drive along the roadways,

I always get smitten with words,

with signs and overheads that hang out shingles

singing signals showing the Way.

 

Way long gone on God and the hell paths of roadkill,

still, even still we stand and place our feet upon

the bright chainlink of death and breathlessly point,

anyway, saying something like this:

 

"I placed one foot on the wide plain

of death, and some grand

immensity sounded on the emptiness.

 

I have felt nothing ever

like the wild wonder of that moment."*

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie....*Rumi

 

 

 

 

 

 

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