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, August 10, 2017


“if your love is only a will to possess, its not love”
                              Thich Nhat Hanh


I must have
That job,
That house
That care,
That power
That wealth
That woman, that man

I must have it
It just love it


There is little love there
Want, perhaps
Need, maybe
But mostly lust
Mostly ego
Mostly self

A plundering, rapacious, greedy
Grasping sort of hunger

That merely takes, and devours
That merely destroys

And so there is nothing which remains
Nothing but stinking by products
Created by devouring

And it matters not what you call it
Or whether you guild it with gold

it is not love
not, in the end,
even love of self

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