heaven on earth

who does not love kindness, mercy, gentleness and a touch of excitement? me, me, the spectators lifted hands and they looked like shoots climbing towards the sun eager to taste more light, heat, warmth within: eye shadows, make up, silk and jewellry worn heavily the delighted throw a coin, a gold piece, even spittle can do wonders when it comes from a title, nobility, sacred? more voices rushes in to the canvas, the paint becomes quite colorful when words are swept away, embedded, narration framed elegantly to cast a gold man immortal, hear hear! the crowd is now entranced when the puzzle appears solved of what is to be desired, of mercy, kindness, love and charity being bestowed so heavily! heaven must be worn, said the gold immortal who has no name: for this is neither complex nor simple, shoots bearing leaves, flowers of many variety, stretching towards the sun - - - wanting a slice of heaven and i saw many teary eyed wilting, shrunken men and women alike they looked like weeds or kids for the sun never managed to give when the canopy above took all, unyielding, harsh, stern and cold: they all wanted more heaven on earth, who wouldn't ... ... then the trees of old, the roots that dug deep below began to rant of a conspiracy, that heaven was inside, not worn, to be given when shrunken, wilted, men and women looking worn out could barely limp, limp they did towards less of what was above, too far away they said when kindness, charity, mercy became a part of life as they sewed those threads within, tall upright knights charged into caves, bearing light from within, casting off armor, shields and swords for their fight was the inner plane and what use was there of worn out materials useless to the heart? aye, aye said the idiot watching this crazy scene when swords, shields and armor were highly prized, scoped them up and melted them down then made of molten liquid an idol he worshipped, for it became a creed, a motto, a meaning to itself that heaven on earth was grasped within the soul of what he formed. it is me, he said, me praying to me and ego loomed large, large enough to block out the sun, shadows flitted in corridors, caves while gold immortals raised their sceptre to ward off charging knight gone mad in their eyes, ears hearing blasphemy and confusion: aye, aye they chorused in unison - - - take not what is worn for heaven within as you say is all you need! then the knights and wilted men and women they fell onto the ground, sank into sink holes appearing yawning lazily as it swallowed all the chaos masquerading as belief, ideology and more. in earth's core, liquefied and blending together with tapestries that once held life from above, the many eyes did open, ears did hear when heaven called from within and beyond: can you reach? can you touch? can you be? nay, nay, the molten lava spills forth into green earth, obsidian forms to become immortal gods each bearing forth their ever watchful truth of what only the dead do comprehend, for kindness, charity, mercy, justice and love could be manufactured, could be manifested, could be witnessed, could never be immortal if it was never there in the first place.