The slow burning of an incense stick.
The relentless process.
The impermanence of everything.
The death of all.
The rebirth of all.
The immortality of every moment, every being.
Hell is a feeling, a mind-set, not a physical place, not a punishment.
Hell’s fire licks your wounds like a compassionate dog at the end of your couch.
The fear of nakedness.
A naked body with pubic hair and goosebumps.
A naked soul with tears and shaky lips.
Fear of vulnerability.
What is fear?
What is vulnerability?
The shape of a dark sky at 10pm as it stares at you through tree tops.
An “invasive” insect as it wanders across the coffee stained carpet.
An entitled human as it smashes the tiny homes of little bugs cooking dinner for their kids and packing for trips to see Ant June and Uncle Jiminy.
The need for control. Lack of self-control.
The need for control. Painting “God” as a control freak.
Putting “God” inside a Bible box. Putting a penis on “God”.
I don’t want to talk about “God”.