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, March 2, 2013

And then, I stopped!

I took a walk today
a distant winter sun
left the day

and old snow lay
crumpled and dull
like a dirty sheet

I strode
head down 
and then
I stopped
there in the mud of the road
I stopped
and breathed
and I began to sink
into the depths of the earth
and as my feet
slowly became rooted
in the stuff of creation
I saw swirling in the breeze
a hawk
felt the crisp air
as it brought life
through breath
I saw the mountains
dark sentinals
watching over 
the winding waters below
I heard the creek laughing
through stone and ice
I felt my heart
my breath
my life pound through my head
and I knew


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