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, February 22, 2017

in the moment

“Everyone is after me to exercise, get in shape, play football, rush about, even go swimming and flying.
Fair enough.

Everyone is after me to take it easy. They all make doctor's appointments for me, eyeing me in that quizzical way.
What is it?

Everyone is after me to take a trip, to come in, to leave, not to travel, to die and, alternatively, not to die
It doesn't matter.”
                                              Pablo Neruda


We wander through life on the edge of death
Always another day closer

Sometimes creeping
Sometimes sliding rapidly toward the abyss

and while yet dying we are seeking not to die
and we talk of exercise and diets
balance, meditation
bucket lists

and more
life seekers

but live or die
it doesn’t matter for
for we die to live
and live to die

so each moment
is our last moment
to live

sacred child
ceding the moment
surrendering our self
in the fullness of love
received and given

there are no more moments
and no more gifts to be give
and no more left to be received
and then
we rest

home again

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