Poem: Divine Digestion

While reading Johannes Scotus Erigena,

I was eating a peach.

"...and eternal he begins to be,

and immobile he moves into all things

and becomes all things in all things."

God has become this peach I am eating.

God is sweet, and I am licking Him.

I am ingesting the divine

and am making it into me.

I am becoming divine.

"...the creator of all things created in all things,

and the maker of all things made in all things;..."

I perceive the creator and

the created in this peach I am eating.

I lick the peach to catch the juice;

I run my tongue up the canal

carved by my chin-wetting bites.

I hold the nectar on my tongue tip

feeling the twinge of the sweet acidity.

I lounge, intoxicated by the infinite.

"...through a certain ineffable descent

into the things that are,..."

Our sight falls upon only material.

The cloak of God is woven peach fuzz.

I strip God to the seed.

I hold the world

between my teeth;

a stone.

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