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

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Sacred fire

in the demi light of evening
as mist and fog crawl down the sky
to meet the
now soggy snow

some where a hawk screams
its distain for the coming dark
and claims its territory for the morning

deeper in the woods the owls begin to discuss
plans for the evening

and then the last hint of light vanishes
into the looming blackness

and silence descends
and the world
and minds become quiet

and in the dim stillness
the heart ignites
and we are bound
if only for a moment

to the earth
the sky
the denizen of the sky
and those hearts
which flame around us  

sacred fire

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