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, December 4, 2013

The Deep Winter

“There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope
― Rumi, Essential Rumi


the world is frozen
the snow lies even on the ground
a frigid blanket
enfolding the earth in an icy grip
that is unmerciful

all that is life
is buried beneath

branches once laden with fruit
and alive
with color
are imprisoned
in an icy grip
as even the moisture of the air
is made crystalline
in the unrelenting cold

every thing
is in a grip which freezes
and stills
until one can barely breath

in this icy moment
it feels as if these woods will never
feel warmth again
never again stir and come to life

but as the sun
struggling into a pale sky

the frozen world
glitters with inner fire
whispering that this
will pass, will pass

and life again will stir
in these frozen woods
and in the frozen reaches
of my

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