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

Saturday, January 27, 2018


Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight,
feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.
                                           - Victor Hugo –

there is that morning
when we wake

already startled and vigilant
our heart pounding
our mind racing

we think of that task undone
of that mistake
remembered in the dark

we think of a behavior regretted
of debt
dangers lurking in our path

and in panic
our whole system is afire

as we scramble to our computer
rush to our office
seeking to confirm to worst,
or perhaps,
start damage control.

Sometimes we just need to stop
so much more can be accomplished if,
in our moment of anxiety or panic,
we slow down,
breathe deep,
step away from our brain
and connect with that which is greater than ourselves

with the ground beneath our feet
with the rhythm of our breath,
the beat of our heart,
with the Sacred Presence that lives
deep down, at the center of who we are

and realize that we have it within us

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