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, August 28, 2012

smoky mornings

smoky mornings
when the sun is red
and the sky is blurred

kind of like the painting 
of an impressionist
who has had too much to drink
some days are like that
not quite in focus
its like one wakes up, not quite ready for prime time
not really ready for
what lies ahead

I always wonder
on days like this
whether the problem is with my head
or my heart

can i just not think straight?
or is it more that I am out of sync
with creation
with the creator?

hopefully it is nothing 
a long hot bath
and a cup of coffee
can't solve!

1 comment:

  1. Sipping coffee is always the answer. Or part of it!