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, December 14, 2017

Loves Extremity

“All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.”
― W.B. Yeats

standing on the watch towers
we scream our opinion

words laden with hate and fear
black and white
fly from our lips

missile like into the dark
weapons of mass destruction

we are vomitus
perhaps hoping that the sheer volume of our polemic
will win the day

words me words
crashing together
tumbling to the ground in a no-person’s land
of hateful rhetoric

and we wonder why we are so empty

we do not fill our empty souls
by projectile hate
or by the consumption of tangible fear

that void within
which causes us so much pain
can only be filled
as we find the Sacred within

and let love and forgiveness seep until
fills and softens
and calms

and we can once again
see, and feel, and live
compassion and generosity

and we find ourselves
on that middle path
in that middle way
which is love’s extremity


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