Heavy heaven

The word heavy ladens heaven. But angels are only able to fly because they take themselves lightly. And God didn’t create heaven we did. If he did, he would’ve named it differently, something like humour, hummus, human; humming a tune which’d make all the serious people not want to enter heaven. For only those who weigh their words carefully, by the ounce and know the whatnots and know all their wants and what’s not, when that’s that and what’s what and tit tat and they pray ‘God, you who are in heaven...’, but he’s not. He’s here, dirt and mirth, She’s here, the earth and birth. And they name God’s abode, heaven. Thus all the serious people seem to be straight and to the point, but they’re not, they’re sinuous, snake-like swirling through moving blades of grass. The straighter light shines in the lesser you can see. And that’s not truth, nor light; for any person who speaks from one side of their mouth speaks not true.