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, October 15, 2017

talk of love

Admit something.
Everyone you see, you say to them "Love me."

Of course you do not do this out loud:
Someone would call the cops.

Still, though, think about this,
This great pull in us to connect.

Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,

With that sweet moon

What every other eye in this world
Is dying to

We all have a need be loved
To feel loved
To experience touch

To know that someone cares that we are there
And cares that we are gone

We seek to “hear” of love in so many way
And so we smile and talk
We accomplish
And strive

And yet perhaps the way to
Stumble upon that which we seek
Is not to say (silently of course)
In the depth of our soul, “Love me”

To each person we meet….
“I love you”

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