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

Saturday, May 31, 2014

What do I Seek

“If it is bread that you seek, you will have bread.
If it is the soul you seek, you will find the soul.
If you understand this secret, you know you are that which you seek.”
― Rumi

In the muted light of morning
they scurry
staccato feet dancing quickly
as if lets too short
cannot get them to their destination
quickly enough

desperately pushing
through grass and brush
top knots dancing
round bellies swing
as they lock in on
the scattered sunflower seeds

dropped carelessly and generously
by Cross Beaks and Siskins

lurking in the Irises
Tess the might hunter lies
tail twitching
body tense
focused death


a lesson to be learned
for this vague human
who blunders aimlessly
this way and that

what is it I want?



may I be at peace

Friday, May 30, 2014

God's infinite "yes"

“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.”
― E.E. Cummings

my body
gracefully and not so gracefully
says no
and yet the sacred says yes

pundits lie
politicians mislead
haters hate
and yet

a friend misunderstands
and as I plod my way through yet another day
purpose grows dim
and still

it is hard to stay with no
when the Sacred
stares you in the face
with infinite

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Our Calling

We are all just walking each other home
Ram Dass


the strong and the weak
the rich and the poor
poets and presidents
righteous and sinners

the wanderers,
those who trod this earth
and leave faint footprints
in the fabric of time

the plodders
those who plow through life unheading
pushing apart, pushing through
leaving an unmistakable imprint upon
the earth

we are those who in this moment
this wrinkle in time
love and hate
grasp and give
those who wound
those who heal

but ultimately
for all who plod, trod
run, walk
limp, or crawl along the way

the destination is the same
union or, perhaps
with the one from which we came

for all the road
while intensely different
is ultimately the same

it is the road home

and for all our most profound calling
is to walk each other home