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, July 7, 2014

Sacred Yoke

sacred yoke
that which we carry

the burden of God
our burden

sacred yoke
the holy presence
the seed of the divine
planted deeply in the fertile soil
of our being

the blessed burden
of carrying the Presence of love
of living the Presence

of being


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