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

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

In this place I rest

is it not funny
 how from time to time
 time is not
 is not a matter of seconds
 and minutes and hours and days
 but is in fact timeless
 and an hour is a second
 and moments timeless become
 as mind meets mind and heart meets heart

 and isn't it fun how space becomes
 spaceless... and the great
 dark emptiness that lies between
 becomes a delusion
 a mere shadow without substance
 or meaning

 as a hand reaches out
 and in the touch of a finger
 an intercourse so intimate
 so mysterious

 and in this timeless spaceless
 place i rest


Thank you God, for the gift of your love
that touches my soul
and binds me to you

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