I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
An Ocean of God
With
passion pray
with passion make love
with passion eat and drink and dance and play
why look like a dead fish
in this ocean
of
God
Rumi
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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
hum
maybe dance on the porch
and celebrate the day
there is an ocean of God out there
splash
splash
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