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

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Don't say you love me

“I don't trust people who don't love themselves and tell me, 'I love you.' ... There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.”
                                                                         Maya Angelou

It all starts
With time spent within

Time connecting with our soul
Time hanging out in that place where we are most who we are
That true self

But there is something else in there
The Sacred
Call it what you will

That something that connects us with all that is

I call it God

We carry in us this presence
That makes us Sacred children

When we know our self
And that self knows the Sacred
And they dance

In that place we call soul

Then when we emerge
We come forth out of fullness

No longer needy
No longer needing to prove ourselves
No longer needing to grasp and grab

No longer needing to destroy or devour
No longer needing to isolate or merge

No longer a naked person
Offering a shirt

Perhaps those we see who are most destructive in this world
Those who must bully
Those who play games
And maneuver, and manipulate
And abandon the old, the poor, the disabled

Are really the ones who are disabled
Maybe they are the ones with cripples souls
Never having found themselves
Never having connected with that
With protects and loves
And allows us to look beyond our self
And truly see

Maybe, for all their wealth and power
They have never learned to love

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