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 23, 2013

Some Days

Some days
there is really nothing to say

it is simply a time to be
to feel the crunch of freshly frozen ground underfoot
to smell
the warmth of the horses
in the cold morning air

to gaze at mountain grandeur
and enjoy the doe
asleep in the flowerbed

it is time to simply pay attention
to the cat
who will not be denied attention

and sip one's coffee
shut down one's mind
and be


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