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 25, 2014

Trudging toward the light

the dunes streak across the beach
waves of sand
birthed by sea and wind

and still the wind howls
sending tendrils of light sand
scurrying across tide colored beach

sculpting new designs
creating and recreating

in the distance shines dimly in the mist
a beacon
from the lighthouse high on the cliff

trudging toward the light
fighting the wind
and sand
and an ever changing world beneath my feet

I ponder

how like life

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