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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, January 28, 2013

It is who we are!

It seems so simple really
when you see it
when the light bulb finally comes on 
in a brain dimly lit

It is who we are
not what we do

It is who we are inside
it is that inner solidity that keeps us 
from being crush
when the world seeks to crush us
crumpling us
like an empty can

but if we are not empty?

and it is who are
inside
it is being full of peace and joy
love and compassion
that makes us a force

that makes us people who can
combat 
the anger and fear
the violence
that rages
around us
and in those around us

its not what we do
it is not our words
our attempts to contribute
or accomplish

it is who we are
as we sit
and listen
and care

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