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, October 30, 2016

Sacred Embrace

The hands that made the stars
Are holding your heart

I stand in the middle of the road
The stars litter the heaven
A thousand points of light

The harvest moon shines
On early snow

Ghost like peaks loom in
The darkness

An owl cries
And coyotes laugh

The Sacred is everywhere

And that same power
All love
All creativity

Holds my heart

In its warm embrace!

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