Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Monday, March 20, 2017

The revealing power of power

Authority, power, and wealth do not change a man, they only reveal him.
                             Imman Ali

I remember my mother say
That if I really wanted to know what a person was like
I should travel with them
To places far, places rough
Places strange

Adversity she noted
Reveals who we are

Nothing like diarrhea to put one to the test

But the opposite is also true
Success and privilege are equally revealing


Those who grow up with power and privilege
Those, too often, who attain it
Are proven to be

All things small

Ruthless, judgmental,
People without compassion
Or generosity

We see it so clearly these days
As rich white men with power
Behave poorly

It is not that their ascendancy has ruined them
There was something twisted and sick
Something dark
Woven into their character

for we see those equally rich
equally powerful
who do not diminish, abuse
or judge

What makes the difference
Why can some deal with adversity
And why can others deal with privilege and affluence

While many can’t?

I think it all comes down to where the heart is
To whom, or what
Is the heart given?

To power?
To wealth?
To themselves (yes, it is possible)?

Or to the Sacred?
Which because it is Love
Changes everything



If our heart is not set on God
Then both adversity
And success
Can destroy us

And we can destroy
Those around us

Saturday, March 18, 2017


If you find me not within you, you will never find me.
For I have been with you from the beginning of me.

The road is soft
Snow melt, rain fall
Turning it to mire

And still the rain falls
Wind blown

And in the dark I wander
Star gazer
Contemplating at a starless sky

Alone, yet not alone
In the dark

Not alone
For that I seek
In all the rushed and
Tiring days

And do not find

Whispers from my soul
I am here

Friday, March 17, 2017

Believe in Something

The universe I always speaking to us
Sending us little messages,
Coincidences and serendipities
Reminding us to stop, to look around
To believe in something else,
Something more
                             Nancy Thayer

I am sometimes
In the desert
Brittle and cracked

Surrounded by hot red earth and rocks
It feels as if there is no way out
No solution

What am I supposed to do?
Get water from a stone?

But Sacred touch happens (Exodus 17)
And waters gush

Fresh and clear
Life giving

Even from the very rocks
Of fear and anger
Hate and selfishness and greed

Ah, the touches of Sacred along the way
Mountains touched by morning sun
Puppy enthusiasms
The taste of coffee on the tongue

The smile of one treasured
the dawning of understanding
in the eyes of one so long confused

the desert is profound
and there are rocks everywhere
but still
the water flows
Sacred touch abounds
God does crazy things
Even the undeserving
For even me

Its just the way God