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, June 23, 2014

New Every Morning

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
― Marcel Proust

the way is familiar
and old friend
with whom I am well acquainted

I have traveled this way before
step by step

seen these same trees
marveled at these same mountains
dodged the same pick-ups

as the same sprinklers
sprayed their wild cadence in the
the same field

and yet this morning
as with every morning
there is joyful newness


how could I
have missed that wildflower before

or failed to see that nest
perched high in the limb of
that stark snag?

and the sky
golden pink grey blue wildness
and then changes again

that wind
that smell
that bird
that fawn

all these are new yet not new

how dare I be bored
with this walk
that person
this job
that mountain

when I am gifted each day

with new eyes

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