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

Friday, December 15, 2017


“The things that matter most in our lives are not fantastic or grand. They are moments when we touch one another”
                                            Jack Kornfield

Walking in the dark
in a wet half frozen world

an old familiar path
down which I have walked many times before
thinking about life

what is it?
this spare existence
but pathway upon pathway

some familiar
some new

and what do we accomplish
as we plod, we plod, we plod

we hang so tight to our doings
to titles
(Rev. Dr. Father Sir)
to those tangible deeds
that we hope, against hope, give our pasts meaning
and our futures purpose

but in the end we realize
that all that really counts is those moments
when we touched another

when we gave them hope, or peace
when we helped them along the way
when we made them feel alive
and perhaps

but touching others is such a fragile task
and so much can go wrong

and sometimes touch can wound and destroy

may we in this world
where pathways cross
and people meet

learn to touch each other
with authenticity, and generosity
gently, kindly

for it is in those moments of touching
that our lives are made
or unmade

and we are our worst self
or perchance
our best

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