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

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Come Dance With Me

"Every child has known God, Not the God of names, Not the God of don'ts, Not the God who ever does Anything weird, But the God who knows only 4 words And keeps repeating them, saying: "Come Dance with Me."
- Hafiz

o world of spring and autumn, birth and dying
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to GOD.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from GOD and nearer to the Dust.
~ TS Eliot

And he said: "Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
~ Jesus

when was the last time
I lived life
with the exuberance of a child?

when was the last time
I gasped at a sunrise
jumped into a puddle
skipped through the house
danced and twirled in the sand?

when was the last time
my laughter was free and real
and my joy
just joy?

when was the last time
I danced like no one was watching?

when did life get lost
in the living?

when did the Sacred One become
a matter of ideology, and rules

rather than the one
who asks us to dance
the dance of life
with joy?

left foot
right foot
left foot

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