LETTERS TO GOD Jumi Bello
Dear God I went to the West Coast recently Gazing out from train windows racing across the Pacific landscape, I glimpse cotton castles in the sky People tell me that they’re called clouds but I think differently I believe they are the wormholes to the great kingdom The secret to the universe may simply be the principle of inverse I’ve got this theory that We’ve got it all wrong in our human books angels are simply the stray animals that escaped from the play pens and Jesus was simply the mailmen way to mistake the messenger for the sender humanity sometimes I think we’ve got it all twisted Love could mean hate Destruction could mean Creation Shell shock transforms to sensation 96
What a frightening deviation from what we feel is Truth sorrow could be the real happiness rivers could be the wounds that the Earth bleeds into and rain rain could be the act of the sky laughing saliva sliding down from between its teeth to drench us all in its infectious ecstasy hurricanes are imitations of the Great Almighty’s fingers stroking our skin when we sleep When your reach out, the moment is so divine that my world becomes a vacuum Rip my house off the ground in order to find heaven or hell I don’t care, I just want to be connected Sometimes I suspect that you only visit the asylums and make lunch appointments for the street side prophets because who’s ever going to believe that they actually talked to God? Insanity is the promise to the mind that rationality can’t keep. Perhaps the action of wondering has a scientific dimension where simply doing it is similar to leaping down a worm hole Dreams are simply the paralleled slits that Time sliced in the seams to lace worlds together perhaps our brains operate as helicopter pads for our minds in order to take flight California could be the first woman