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

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Awake, my heart

Compassion is the “quivering of the pure heart “ when we have allowed ourselves to be touched by the pain of life.  The knowledge that we can do this and survive help us to awaken the greatness of our heart.
Jack Kornfield, A Path With Heart, p. 27 

in no matter what form it comes


it is everywhere

and I hate it 
and I don’t want to touch it
even more I don’t want it to touch me

so I tip toe, and dodge
I put up barriers
so many barriers

I think that this is how to survive
and yet, this really
is how to die

O sacred one
break me open
help me to be touched by those around me
I will feel pain
but will feel too
joy and hope
and love
and will find the deep richness of
my own heart

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