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, March 28, 2015

Heaven in our Souls

“After the rains departed the skies and settled on earth - clear skies; moist brilliant earth - greater clarity returned to life alone with the blue above and made the world below rejoice with the freshness of the recent rain. It left heaven in our souls and a freshness in our hearts.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

early misty morning
trees looming through grayness
mountain majesty cloaked in drabness
the beauty hidden

the ground sodden as the rains soaked into
the thirsty soil

then a sliver
of light

and the clouds break open to
azure blue
fleeing the coming sun

the grass sparkles with silvery
points of grace
and the ground steams

as I step lightly into the world
with heaven in my soul

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