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, August 12, 2015

Arise my Soul, Arise

“May the light of your soul guide you; May the light of your soul bless the work you do with the secret love and warmth of your heart; May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul;
                                                                                                                                John O’Donohue

arise my soul

rise like the sun

casting your light,
bright rays,
along the way

be bright and hot
O soul,
molten gold
streaking through the gloom

kissing the darkness
transforming all that it touches

making all my work
heart work

endowing each act
with the deep beauty of love

Be a Sacred fire

Brightly burning
In this

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