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, October 21, 2013

When I end

“Limp along until your legs are spent,
and you fall flat and your energy is drained.
Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.”
― Rumi


In the darkness
of a new week's dawn
I stare
into the blackness
already tired
seeing no path forward

in that dark space
I remember
that when I reach the end of myself

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