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, November 2, 2016

With soul

I love you neither with my heart nor with my mind.
Just in case heart might stop, mind forget.
I love you with my soul. Soul never stops or forgets.

True love
Always emerges from the depths of the soul
From that place
Where Sacred dwells

All other love is too fragile
To survive

But love from the depths of our soul
is born out of the Sacred’s love for us
It is powered by the Sacred

It is Sacred

It lasts

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