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

Sunday, January 24, 2016

why am I here?

“We are put here to help each other. Otherwise, why?”
                                                          Kerry Greenwood

why am I here?
to perform?
to be the “wise man”?
the helper, the healer?

am I here to find fame and fortune?

to accomplish?
to establish my place in the universe?

nothing wrong with

nothing wrong with making things happen,
being a “doer”

but seriously!
all that at best is a means to an end

lest we forget (and we do forget)

it all comes down to being - to being one’s self,
and being present

it is all about
being awake to the sacred (a necessary first step)
being awake to one’s self (a necessary second step)

and finally awake to those around you
seeing them
and then being there

to listen
to witness
to care

about all the pain and misery
we find
not to fix it
but to hold it
all of it
that pain, that fear
even the joy

because being there for one another

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