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

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

An Ocean of God

passion pray
with passion make love
with passion eat and drink and dance and play
why look like a dead fish
in this ocean

with a body
still buzzing with sleep
and feet like clay
I move into my day

I glance indifferently
as the first rays of sunlight
streak through the woods

my schedule is full
and my soul is fouled
and energy is gone

even the magic elixir
the brown black magic
of coffee cannot
this day
arouse me
to much more than indifference

and yet
and yet
the sun shoots its gold through the trees
the gray sky dissolves into brilliant blue

the day is full of the Sacred

it is time to breathe
maybe dance on the porch
and celebrate the day

there is an ocean of God out there

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