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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



Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Open

Light will someday split you open
Even if your life is now a cage
Little by little you will turn into stars,
Little by little you will turn into the whole universe
Sweet, amorous, universe
                                           Rumi
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The rain falls
The wind blows
Evil people do evil things

We get hurt
We get angry

And in the darkness we curl inward
Into something tight and compact
Protective
Closed

We dare not open to these horrible forces
Of the dark

And yet inside the light glows
We have no choice
For Sacred dwells, and cannot be denied

And our hearts burn
With this presence
Even if we do not understand or see

Until that day when we are split open
By love
And the light escapes
Perhaps merely a spark
But a spark, flying into that deep night

Changes everything

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