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, December 25, 2012

Lost and Found

Lost is lost

Some times I wander

Looking at this world created
Seeing only the
With the eye secular
Seeing only the hate and greed
And fear

And knowing
Too keenly that I am lost

Sometime I dive into the sacred
I become drowned
In the sea of eternity
Sunk into the depths of the sacred
Out of this world
lost in God

But lost is still lost

In a child
Sacred and secular are found
Bound inside the swaddling cloths
Bound inside a child

Who draws together

Creation is invaded by the creator
Creator in the created is bound

And in that single one
In that union

I am found

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