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, August 11, 2014

Through fear towards Love

Would you not go through fear to love?
For such the journey seems to be.
                                                Gifts from a Course in Miracles

the fawn
hidden unhidden in the grass
trembling lies flat

it has been taught not to move
not a muscle
it has been taught fear

to hide
to run

and so it lies alone and frozen
and yet
curious too
about this one who comes not to harm
but to admire

ah we trembling frightened ones
what we seek
is not to be found in our running or hiding
but in our movement through fear

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