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

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Day dawns

I think over again my small adventures, my fears, those small ones that seemed so big, all those vital things I had to get and to reach, and yet there is only one great thing: to live and see the great day that dawns, and the light that fills the world."
                                                                                      Old Inuit Song

there is a moment
when nothing else matters
not house or cars
titles or incomes

there is a time
when nothing else matters
not degrees
nor accomplishments

when I walk into the early morning
and hear the borning cry of all creation
the hoot of the owl
and the screech of the hawk

When the sun crests the horizon
and all creation rejoices
in a blaze of yellow and orange

nothing matters
except the light
and the new day

this is the day
to rejoice and be glad
this is the day
to live and love
this is

and so too
sacred awakens in my soul
and nothing matters
except the light
and this moment


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