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, July 30, 2017

Beyond the lunatic's sphere

Listen, this world is the lunatic’s sphere
Don’t always agree it is real
Even with my feet upon it
And the postman knowing my door
My address is somewhere else


It only takes a few moments
Every morning
Before I start thinking
The world is the lunatic’s sphere

By noon it is a sure thing

By sunset, it is time for despair

And yet
The sunrises golden, sending its rays racing through the trees
And there are people who act kindly toward others
And there are people who resist evil
And after the head of the day
The Sacred one cools the globe
And the sun exits


And then I know that as much as this is
The wonderful, amazing sphere
Full of lunatics
And me

It is not

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