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

Tuesday, May 15, 2012


I met a woman once
I thought she was kind of crazy
she took a picture of your "aura"
and then offered to tell you about yourself

It turns out that my profile could be summed up in one word


or to put it another way, 
I feel like I am never "at home"

what an awkward place to be
since i have always believed that the goal of any sacred story
is to come back home

is "home" the place I have constructed?
or is "home" something else

perhaps it is becoming what I always dreamed of being
perhaps it is returning to my original myth
but in a deeper day
maybe coming home
is doing it right this time

yet this call
which is both backwards and forwards at the same time
is puzzling to me

perhaps i am called to leave this place
this place I am
which is now home
to find a place that is more real

perhaps I am called to leave this self
that I have so carefully constructed
to "lose my life" as Jesus puts it,
to leave my "false self" in order to find my true self?
But how will I know my 'home' when I find it
and how will i know my true self?
Perhaps all I can say is that I seek
to be the one, who, from the beginning
I was
in the mind and heart of God

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