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

Sunday, December 9, 2012

A Long Night's Journey

night falls
the deep emptiness of the day
is now surpassed
by the dark emptiness of the night

as daylight endured
i could ignore the
abyss within

I could fill the moments.
phone calls, meetings
the urgency of it all gave me
from thinking and feeling

but in the night
what was
and is
and might be
crashes in
leaving me defenseless

and in the night
as all around me quiets
the turmoil within swells
into a cacophony
of questions and doubts

and so i sink
into restless sleep
it will be
a long night’s journey 
to the dawn

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