Welcome

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, January 20, 2014

A Walk on the Wild Side

In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel

prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist……

in
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church

that dissolve
that dissolve in God
                                                Rabia
___________________________________________________

We like things concrete
well defined
we like our spirituality focused
something we can
grab
and contain
and wrap our often feeble minds around

words on a page
rules

and so inexorably
we narrow God down
and make what is infinite
small
and what is living
dead

Jesus came to blow apart our understanding
and experience of God

and we have made our worship
of the divine mad man
stilted and contained

there is something deeper
wider
bigger
than what we can imagine

something wilder and
dangerous
lurking

dare we go inside to that place
dare we kneel
a let God
be

and lose ourselves
dissolving
into
wonder

No comments:

Post a Comment