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Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

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Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
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The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Words are not enough

I wish I could speak like music

I wish I could put the swaying splendor
of the fields into words

That that you could hold Truth
against your body and dance
                                                Hafiz “The Gift”, Landinsky, Trans.  P.305
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ah
but words are not enough
to capture the wind
to describe the sun

words are not enough
to explain the splendor of Sacred Presence

we can only experience and embrace
the moment
and the love
and the One

who makes us dance

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