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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, February 9, 2015

Reborn

I am reborn every morning

I wake a mere ghost
wanting a body

this is a new day
and I a new creation

unformed and undefined

I must start from the soul
and build myself from the inside out

step by step
thought by thought
I become

until I am ordered
clothed
with what I have assembled from my scattered self

a Sacred child!

of course…….

some days the sacred wonders, why it lets me
dress myself
but some days, the Sacred smiles at this cherished child

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