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, February 27, 2015

Our Hearts Burn

A special spark rises
from the sorrow of a burning heart.
Have you ever heard
how the sigh of a broken heart
touches the Beloved?”
― Rumi


do not our hearts burn
as we read of brutality
and abuse?

do not our hearts burn
as we see the rich and powerful
abuse their riches and power
and oppress the poor?

do not our hearts burn
when people we love leave this life
and leave us
missing them?

lost love
lost hope

the sparks fly upward
to touch the heart of the Beloved
and shine

as many as the stars
are the sighs of the world

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Breathe deeply

watch the smile of a young child
taste the joy, and
breathe deeply

listen to a tired cry
and breathe deeply

watch as flakes drift lazily in the morning sky
each unique and perfect
and breathe deeply

feel all the emotions that roll through your soul
the anger and fear
the love and the peace
and breathe deeply

go into the depths and allow yourself
to awaken
to touch
that place inside you where the Sacred lies waiting

the infinite in the finite

we are the children of the sacred
we have an umbilical connection to the Source of all
life and creativity and love

draw life forth
and sing new worlds into creation

breathe deeply

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

God is Sneaky Like That

“The multiplicity of forms! The hummingbird, the fox, the raven, the sparrow hawk, the otter, the dragonfly, the water lily! And on and on. It must be a great disappointment to God if we are not dazzled at least ten times a day.”
                                                                ― Mary Oliver


more people
rushing hurrying
eyes down

not seeing
not feeling
hit and run drivers
careening down the sidewalk

and yet
even in this place
God dazzles

the beauty of a frozen puddle
the stark outline of a tree etched against the sky
a statue of Gandhi
the smile of a new friend
laughter echoing through a room

God is sneaky like that