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, September 18, 2014


I start off in half light
as I walk through the firs and pines
the ground is littered with needles

the air is filled with the smoke of a newly stirred fire
and the air hangs heavy and hot

passing an old ranch
the ancient willows have been violated
and the road is carpeted with branches
freshly torn

down the road an old cottonwood
lies broken on the earth

all evidence of a violence
which stirred in the deep darkness of the night

so too
at times
my life bears mute evidence
of the violence within
evidence of a self, a soul
torn asunder

and in the half light of awareness
surrounded by rubble
one breathes

and the clean-up begins

anyone have a dumpster?

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