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

Monday, February 18, 2013

Thinking Outloud, Redux

Its always a spooky thing
to think out loud 

we often come to places 
we don't live in

but as we pass through
it is profound
some times we wander
boggy places
that slow us down and make us struggle

some times we  wander into deeper 
places that seem
spiritually, or emotionally
the "valley of death"

and sometimes
we wander into places 
that really are 
the valley
as we face cancer, or strokes
all those things that batter our frail bodies
and move us on what whatever is next

on that journey
we can really only do one thing
and that is

it does not help to think too much
to go into the world of
better, different, more

(I should have done

all we can do is be
in that moment
in that place

we can be who we are
be who God created us to be
be for others
be open
be quiet

we can stop and breathe
and in that moment
(perhaps we do need to say to ourselves,  "stop it")
as we just are

allow ourselves to engage
with the moment
and particularly with the 
who is there, right there
in front of us

whether that be the person we see in mirror
or the person we meet along the way

we need to accept the suffering if is there
but also be open to the possibility of happiness
and understand
that it is there
that possibility

not in the accomplishment
or possessions
or status

but there
along the path of understanding and compassion
we feel, allow ourselves to feel
we feel for others
we feel with others 
we feel for ourselves
and nourish deeply
our connection with the sacred
that is deep
sometimes very deep
within us

in short
 we can be present
in ourselves
in our lives
present in that profound reality
that is the Sacred
that is God
or rather let that presence
that is Spirit
be truly present in us

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