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

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Hiding in the light

Hoary morning
late moon
early sun

gently easing the day
into being

frost and snow
glittering sparkling dancing magical

turning dry branches
into wands

in the grass
pressing shrinking
a doe lies
ears flat
hoping beyond hope
not to be seen

powerless vulnerable afraid
eyes big
as I pass by

how many times I see her
each day
in many forms
many places

how often I am her

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