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

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Sacred Bones

“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”
― Pema Chödrön


misty morning
gray clouds playing hide and seek
among dark firs and glimmering tamarack

the world contracted
small and intimate

the grasses
fall gold and wet with rain
glow eerily in subdued light

this day is so different from yesterday
when the sky was endless
and the light danced

yet this is a changing
changeless place

the mountains the sky
sacred bones
around which all life

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