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

Sunday, May 5, 2013

What do I reflect?

I stare into the clear water
it is pure and fresh
mountain fed
and yet its clearness
is hidden
by the clouds it reflects

I see the clouds
and forget its sparkling
what do I reflect?
 what to I take on
choose to carry

that obscures
the bright pure presence
of YOU


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