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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
bleak

and old snow lay
lifeless
crumpled and dull
like a dirty sheet

resolutely
I strode
head down 
purposeful
driven
 
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
looming
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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