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, May 27, 2013

In the Deepest Place

For the raindrop
Joy is joining the river
from the deepest place
love flows
like a spring
love flows

in the deepest place
who I am is found
and lost
in something bigger

in the deepest place
my starving soul
fixed on the scent of light

in the deepest place
I am fed
and deeply connected 
to the One

I live
and breathe
and have my being
and being becomes
something through which i pass

the shallow lands become transformed
is fed
by that deep spring

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