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

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

No escape

Resist your temptation to lie
By speaking of separation from God,
We might have to medicate

In the ocean
A lot goes on beneath your eyes.

They have clinics there too
For the insane
Who persist in saying things like:
"I am independent from the

God is not always around
Pressing against
My body."

From: 'The Gift'
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

There are times we think
That we are all alone

We stumbling through a day, a week
A month, a year
A life

Thinking that we are connected to no one

We do not have a love
Perhaps not even friends
And we walk alone

But we are never alone
All around us
In the sky the earth
In the sun the moon
In the breeze
Is Sacred
All through us
In our mind, with its incessant crazy chatter
In our heart, sometimes aching and wounded
In our soul, in that deep place
Where we are
Who we really are

Is Sacred

God is touching
God is embracing us

Every moment
We cannot


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