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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 2, 2017

A step

First sun
weakly filtered
pink
through frigid skies

hoar frost
coating nude branches
glistening
sacred sequins

fresh snow
stippled by nocturnal feet
lightly prancing

and so
newly comes the day
newly comes the year

into its startling freshness
I step

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