Heaven-Bent

Sometimes Seekers
of the Treasures
Known Only
to The Soul

Speak of
“Ascended Masters,”
As If
Our Souls
Issue from
All That Is
Divine,
Formed of
Love and Light,
Joy and Laughter and …
Ladders?

As If
Our Maker
Has Set Us
At the Base of
Mount Holy,
Facing an Eternal Ascent
of Some Infinite
Hierarchy.

What If
Instead of Clambering
Higher and Higher,

The Maker’s Desire,
In Sparking Out
a Universe of
Love-Soaked Fractals,

Is To Loose
Tribes of Artists,
Heaven-Bent on
Seeing How
Far and Wide,
Low and High,
They Can Expand
The Love In Their
One-of-a-Kind
Expressions of
The Art of
Embracing Fear

Until It Collapses
Into the Arms of
Love That Knows
No Hierarchy.

(Photo by Brad Barmore; UnSplash)