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

Wednesday, June 5, 2013


It floated in the spring sun,
a fragment of earth
for a moment
to dance in the light

A bit of dust
nothing more

Yet captured in its baseness
was the light
and so it sparkled
and spun
crazily in the light breeze
a jubilant child
afire with joy
swirling, swirling, whirled by the wind of life.

lifted up it flew
to regions far beyond my sight
a seraph king
a sparkling messenger of hope

From dust to dust
the preachers say,
from dust we come
to dust we go
a piece of earth and nothing more

and yet those moments come
when love flames out
and scatters light
and light
is captured
if only for a moment
And for a moment
we are free
to dance in the breeze
and with exuberance
to catch the joy as it flies

(with apologies to William Blake)

When we turn inside
to become intimate with God
and with our true self
joy happens :)

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