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, March 11, 2013

Hungry Monkey

happy Mara
high in her chair
face aglow

lit with the inner
fire of joy
that comes from being
well loved

face asmear
hand grasping
in her cup
the greatest of all treasures
the sources of all pleasure


a hungry monkey

we too are sometimes 
hungry monkeys

more than ready
to grab hold of something
that we think we need
that we must have to survive

what we grasp is no treasure
but something which traps us
we are like people whose fist is snared
within a jar

who cannot be freed
we open our hand and drop
that which we have so tightly held

 in China they trap monkeys with 
rice and a hollow coconut

what traps us?
what do we hold on to that makes us a prisoner
of our own making?

what do we need to let go of
that we might open our hands
and receive
the treasures that are everywhere

life should not
be lived like a fist

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