If there was a Heaven and I somehow made it there..
I’d make things for the senses.
Make music that you can taste.
Make visual art that you could hear.
Make jokes that made you cry.
And I’d hang out with whatever spirits cats are, whatever the thing is that occupies those little bodies down here, I’d keep a few of them around.
And when I was making something,I’d glance up and I’d pay attention to their reactions.
The most pure critic.
I’d visit other souls but I’d still spend a lot of time alone, I’d swim a lot too.
Maybe I would go to hell and visit my friends through the glass.
Maybe I could think up a way to smuggle in a joint for them.
And I’d talk to the 12 disciples, and I’d talk to Solomon, and I’d talk to King David,
But mostly, I’d listen.
If all those characters were real,and all those grandiose stories, and all that forgiveness, and all that unconditional love.
I’d listen.
I’d shut my stupid fucking mouth and I would hear.
And only hear.
dawn 