From our padded pews in the darkness,
incense of popcorn heavy in the air,
light flickers figures before us, not gods,
movie stars in this half-life heaven where
sins are forgiven and whispered prayers unanswered.
It’s about the courage to let go.
Is that the right word for surrender?
Staring into it. Mindless. Egoless. Not knowledge.
Not intellection. Knowledge is full of labor,
but love, full of rest. Contemplation. Unknowing.
Influenced by reading the The Cloud of Unknowing and The Book of Privy Counseling
To produce this obscenely large flower
with its strong odor of rotting flesh
(attracting the flies that pollinate the flower),
plant this Devil’s Tongue ten-inch bulb
six inches deep and pray for protection.
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