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 22, 2017

Let's dance

Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...”
                                                          ― Susan Polis Schutz

What does joy look like
 Feel like

I hate to admit it
But I will never dance in the sun, with flowers in my hair

At this point I am more likely  to do a feeble jig
Than to dance wildly

I am more bionic man
Than wood nymph

There are screws and devices scattered throughout my body
And I didn’t even wear a flowered shirt in the 60’s
Let alone now

But there are moments when as I wander through the
a plain gray day, body screaming, mind tired

my inner child skips freely
and rejoices in the sacred light

that finds its way through every

crack and fissure
of my wrinkled tired soul


There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen

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