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

Monday, July 10, 2017

Who is the one?

“Now here's a good one:
you're lying on your deathbed.
You have one hour to live.
Who is it, exactly, you have needed
all these years to forgive?”
― Louise Penny, A Fatal Grace

the unforgiveness we carry
secreted away in our souls
is that which we carry to our death

and on the way toward dying
it is there
a dead weight

making us heavy
but making us less

who is that one
who hurt you so badly
who is that one
who changed the course of your life

who is that one you can’t forgive
and thus who claims you
defines you
shapes you?
erodes you?
destroys you?

it is better to let go now
of all that hate
and anger
all that bitterness

than to wait
until death
is one hour


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