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, March 6, 2015

Under a Full Moon

“Love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds”
                                E.E. Cummings

I walk on the night of the full moon
As the mystical orb
Glows silently in the dark sky

Reflected light turning the grass
Into silver sea

And mountain snow
Floats disembodied
Above trees
Dark guardians of the night

So the sacred shimmers
And the world becomes

And silently

And I move with
“brightness of peace”

Finding peace under the full moon
In spite of pain
And deep frustration over its return
And in spite of failure
And deep sorrow over relationships damaged

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