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, December 18, 2017

no destination

Here is the thing
About this journey we call life

there is no map
there is no road
there is no destination

it is not that we struggle through the valley
and clamber to the heights

and finally make it to that “place that’s really swell” (Pema Chodron)

there are just moments
that come
and go
then come again

moments that make us stumble
and fall
others which life us up
into a semblance of joy

the trick is to catch ourselves,
gently and compassionately catching ourselves (Chodron)
as we move from moment to moment

pain comes and leaves,
then comes again
peace comes, and leaves
then comes again

and we just put one foot
in front of the other
waiting for the advent again

of something
call it love, call it hope
call it joy, call it peace

and falling
stumbling in the dark
catching ourselves again, and again, and again
with compassion

and taking one more step
in to pain, into ease
into war, into peace

letting go of the pain
letting go too, of the joy
taking one more step
one more breath

with open mind
and a heart

on our way to

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