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

Monday, August 31, 2015

Reaching down, reaching UP

Each tree grows in two directions at once, into darkness and out to the light with as many branches and roots as it needs to embody its wild desires.
                                                                                                John, O’Donohue, Anam Cara, p. 122

life is seldom simple
it is never all joy, or all sadness
all light, or all darkness

we love those bright moments of creativity
and love
we love reaching out to the sky
arms, mind, heart, soul
to all that the light has to offer

but we must also be reaching down
into the depths
into the darker, more difficult moments
digging deep
into pain, and sorrow

we must pour passion and attention
into all of life, holding nothing back
for it is the roots we cultivate as we
delve in the rich earth of adversity, pain, challenge,
and even evil

that sustain us
as we reach gleefully into the sky
striving for heaven
and chasing
our wild desires
the vastness

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Dance in the Fire

Oh God
Let all lovers
be content
Give them
happy endings
Let their lives
be celebrations
Let their hearts
dance in the fire
of Your love.....

the sun flames its greeting
setting afire the clouds and trees
kissing the grass ablaze
with celestial passion

so to Sacred love
kisses our minds, our hearts
our souls

setting us free
to twirl and 
dance in the fire

Spirit people
aflame with joy

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Then the sun comes out

What we find as we listen to the songs of our rage or fear, loneliness or longing, is that they do not stay forever.  Rage turns into sorrow, sorrow turns into tears; tears may fall for a long time, but then the sun comes out.
                                                                                                                Jack Kornfield, A Path With Heat, p.47

free floating anger
free floating fear

they are everywhere

twirling ecstatically
blown by the winds of hate
fanned into flame
by vile words, by lies
and sometimes
by the truth

much like the embers of the forest fire
which rages only miles from my house

they can spread, quickly
reducing all they touch
to ashes

leaving only the scorched landscape
of isolation and regret in our souls

there is only one antidote
only one solution
only one thing can slowing the raging process

and move us to regain control of our souls
so that the cleansing rain of sorrow and compassion
may fall
to quench the fire

and clear the choking haze of destruction
so that the sun may once again shine
and we may once again breathe
and see the beauty of the hills

Sacred Presence

Be present O Sacred One
open my soul
may the sacred waters