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

Friday, October 31, 2014

Still I Dance

“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.”
― Rumi

everything hurts
and what doesn’t hurt
doesn’t work

sometimes it seems like
I am defined by my wounds

oh I have them
my body is laced with scars
white lines on knees (5)
and shoulders

where tendons and cartilage and bone
have been repaired

my body carries its wounds clearly

not so clearly the scars
on heart and mind and soul

lost love
bad choices
people hurt and betrayed

things that make my heart
my soul

and still
in this broken vessel
the Sacred dwells

and still
love stirs

and I stand again
and breathe
and try

the dance goes on

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Light in the Darkness

“Light will someday split you open”
― Hafez

what I carry in my soul
what ferments there
down deep at the center of my being matters

if I carry darkness
soon the dank rot of fear and hate
will multiply and spread
and I will implode
collapsing in upon myself
becoming a shadow
a cipher

walking the earth
bitter and fearful
sucking light out of the world
and leaving a trail of darkness

if what I carry is light
soon the light
which cannot be contained with grow
and soon burst forth unbidden

splitting open
heart and soul
and opening me to the world
opening me to the source of all Light

and there will be less of me
(that is what happens when we are broken open)

and more of the Sacred
there will be less fear
and more hope
less hate
and more love

A Sacred one
In dark time
fill me with your light!
then break me open

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

We have each other

We are all just walking each other home
                                                Ram Dass

in the dark
we stumble

obstacles are strewn in our way
dangers abound

we walk in fear
afraid of Ebola
afraid of “them” (the “other” Party)
afraid even
of God

home sick
we yearn to find out way home

as we make that shadowy journey
it is best to hold hands
and sing loudly

we have
each other