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

Thursday, October 3, 2013

The Sun always rises

As cries are absorbed into silence, the sun always rises just when the night seems like it will never end, as the sky holds everything flying and everything fall, there is something indestructible at the center of each of us….    Mark Nepo, Book of Awakening

I have a complaint about the way you designed the world
what is it with short winter days anyway

I hate getting up in the darkness
I have getting home in the darkness
I hate sitting at my table in the morning
looking through windows that
merely look back
showing nothing but the darkness beyond

there is something about dark places Lord
whether they be outside us
or inside us
that is scary
and perhaps
a bit sacred

in the darkness we are left alone with ourselves
and we sink into the depths
where the creatures of the night
the things we would rather not see
and think about

but in that deep place
there is something else
there is that something indestructible
there is our authentic
created to be self
there is Love

that seed of the Sacred
that presence that is you

and so at times
it may seem as if the sun will never rise
it always does

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