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, June 29, 2016

A treasure hunt

Treasure is stored in the ruined places. Do not break the hearts of the poor and heartbroken people.

see that one over there?
the one we would describe a ruin of person

that one torn apart by alcohol
or drugs
high on anger

that one
not so clean
a little ( or more than a little)
rough looking

that one who has lost his job
or is estranged from her family

in that one
a treasure lies

hidden perhaps beneath the rubble
but there,
infinitely precious

I can of course
judge this person,
I can reject
or shame

I can pile heartbreak on heartbreak

or I can see the hurt
the pain
the despair

I can feel it

and see that this is an precious, precious soul
and enter the desert of this pain and failure

not to correct
or teach
not even to liberate, to save

but to love
and in the love
create that space
where treasure can be found

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