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

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Pain is the ransom

Pain is the ransom
you have gladly paid
not to be free
                Gifts from a Course in Miracles
                Frances Vaughn & Roger Walsh, Editors

It was just a tiny movement
almost un-seeable
amidst the dense forest of thistles

a tiny pond
in the midst of an urban
resting in the shade of
a Home Depot and a 7-11

then a small brown nose
eased its way out
into the sunlight
from the dark and wet confines
of weeds and vines

eyes darting
nose pulsing
you could almost see
its hypertension
as for a moment it broke free from it confining world
and looked at the green expanse of park that
stretched for blocks before it

then another twitch
and it was gone
back into whatever
bunny world it inhabited

the vast freedom of the grass forsaken
for safety perhaps

it might have been a wise “bunny decision”
and yes there was danger
but freedom too

and I could not help but think
how often I poke my nose out
“spiritually speaking” from the dense
jungle of my mind
and eye the freedom that could come
if I would only leave old
old failures
old patterns
old wounds behind

only to fearfully retreat
into the dank darkness
and pain

O Sacred One, give me the strength
to make that mad dash to freedom!

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