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, January 26, 2013

The way out is in

The world I see
The world I experience
Is the world I create
Whether it is full of love and companionship
Or full of hate and danger 
is to an almost scary degree
up to me
Whether I see the soaring mountains
thrusting sharply into brilliant blue
or refuse to be amazed at this grandeur 
is up to me
whether that person I am struggling with
who is unhappy with me
and criticizes and says hurtful things about me
is a person who is unreasonable and wrong
or a person who is frightened and hurting
is up to me
When a love or friendship fractures
how I see the person who has 
broken our bond
is up to me
The world I see
The world I experience 
Is the world I create
through my own values
and perceptions
my heart is the lens of my soul
so what is in my heart
Which spiritual seeds have I watered?
Joy?  Hope? Love? Acceptance?
Fear?  Hate? Need?
what is in my heart matters
what is in my heart
the health of my heart determines
how I walk through my day
so I must constantly return to myself
I must connect with the sacred within
I must nurture the garden of my heart
and so the way out is in


  1. Interpetation of life depends on what color of glasses we are wearing. Rose colored glasses or manure colored. Our out look is colored by our choice of filters we choose to use to view situations. Change your glasses and you change what the world is about. I agree remembering that when those around me seem to be the problem I have to remember to see my part and generally that is when I have slipped into my brown colored glasses.