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 13, 2018

Carry God

No one can keep us from carrying God
Wherever we go.

No one can rob His Name
From our heart as we try to relinquish our fears
And at last stand — Victorious.

We do not have to leave him in the mosque
Or church alone at night;
We do not have to be jealous of tales of saints
Or glorious masts, those intoxicated souls
Who can make outrageous love with the Friend.

We do not have to be envious of our spirits’ ability
Which can sometimes touch God in a dream.

Our yearning eyes, our warm-needing bodies,
Can all be drenched in contentment
And Light.

No one anywhere can keep us
From carrying the Beloved wherever we go.

No one can rob His precious Name
From the rhythm of my heart,
Steps and breath.

As Happy Dog is a carrier
of all things joyful

so too we are drenched with Sacred
dripping wet
with the very stuff of creation

we are carriers of all things beautiful
and loving
all creative
contentment and hope

it is part of our being
and bubbles up from within us flowing other

how dare we stand
with Sacred puddling at our feet
and deny the Presence?

And look with longing at the person next to us
Who awake to that presence
Is intoxicated with love
And lives his dream, her dream

All light

No one can keep us from carrying God

Wherever we go

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