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

Saturday, September 29, 2012

On saying "goodbye"

The morning sun
filters through the trees

The winds of the past evening 
are gone
leaving a carpet of pine needles
and a eerie stillness

It is a time for saying goodbye
earth to earth
dust to dust
ashes to ashes

today my friends
will gently rest
in the embrace of cool earth

Sometimes in these moments of goodbye
we wonder
where God was
where God is
in all of this

Is God indifferent?

Why does God allow us these moments
of emptiness and loss?

Is there something wrong with God?
or is there something we can't see?
How do we transform such moments?

There is a story about the Buddha
of a time a title wave of slush
roared down a mountain and wiped out many families

The Buddha stood and watched, then slowly walked off
"What the average person did not see was
  that all those souls dove headfirst into him.
  He mixed them in his being.  They ran through 
  his veins shouting with joy" (Hafiz)

Ah yes, my friends
There is much we do not see
We are too full of our own pain
Our own wishes and desires

God has said, "I am with you always"

I plan to take that to the bank
To rejoice in my friend Scott "shouting with joy"
and perhaps pulling out his guitar
and saying to those around him....
Have you heard this one from the 70's?

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