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

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Thoughts on death

There he sits
in the house his hands have made
a wizened, gnarled version of himself

his daughters hover

“Hey” he says as I walk in, “how are you doing?”
“That is my question!” I respond

the chair next to him is empty
after so many years
his wife, with her quick smile and easy laugh
is gone

reflexively he reaches over
but there is no hand to greet his

he is still strong, at 94
but in his eyes a question lingers
and in his voice
is the slightest hint
of a heart that is broken


When you lost a loved one, you suffer. but if you know how to look deeply, you have a chance to realize that his or her nature is truly the nature of no birth, no death. There is manifestation and there is the cessation of manifestation in order to have another manifestation.
                                                                                                             Thich Nhat Hanh

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.”    

We come from something (God, the Sacred), we become something new (who we are in this world), we carry the Sacred with us during this walk (The Spirit), and when we die, we go on to something else (not sure what that is, but it is ).  We return, perhaps, to the one who created us, and from whom we were never really parted.

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