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

Thursday, April 13, 2017


Nothing I ever gave was good for you
Like giving white bread to a goldfish
They cram and cram and then it kills
And they drift in the pool belly up
Making stunned faces
And playing on our guilt
As if their own toxic gluttony
Was not their fault
                                           Louise Penny

We can be toxic
Even in our good intentions
Promising people


But at what cost?

The death of the earth?
The withering of a soul?
The loss of compassion?

The stunned faces
When they realize they have made
And agreement with death

Our remorse
When we realize what we have all done to ourselves

Seeking sustenance from that
Which ultimately kills

We know the water which satisfies
We know the living bread

The sacred feeds us in strange and wonderful ways

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