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

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Lifted Up from No

thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

e.e. cummings

It is time
to put down the cell phone
turn off the TV
walk away from the computer

it is time to become un-entombed
to walk out
into sun
or rain
or snow

to feel the wind against one’s face
the warmth of the sun
to open one’s eyes and see
really see
the world outside the door

to open one’s ears
and hear the owl, the woodpecker
the wind in the firs

it matters not whether it is the beauty
of mountain and stream
or the odd beauty of a cityscape

it is all God’s
and as we stand
and look
and listen
we are lifted from

and find
the unimaginable

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