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

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

all that remains

“Love is
The funeral pyre
Where I have laid my living body.

All the false notions of myself
That once caused fear, pain,

Have turned to ash
As I neared God.

What has risen
From the tangled web of thought and sinew
Now shines with jubilation
Through the eyes of angels
And screams from the guts of Infinite existence Itself.

Love is the funeral pyre
Where the heart must lay
Its body.”
― Hafiz, The Gift

Love what is Sacred
Love each other
Love yourself

Love the earth
Love the children
Love the aged

Just love!

We are called to lose ourselves in love
To be consumed by the fire of the One who is Love

Love changes us
It changes the way we see, everything
We realize that all creation is permeated with God
We have angel eyes

Paul tried to explain it this way
“now see no one from a human point of view”

Do you realize how big that is?
We don’t see people with the same eyes

We look at a person and we don’t see, poor
We don’t see, addict
We don’t see, immigrant
We don’t see, gay, or lesbian or transgender
We don’t we black, or brown
We don’t see male or female
We don’t see conservative or liberal
We see

A child of God.  Valuable, precious, loved, accepted

Child of God
Child of God
Child of God

In the fire of the Sacred
All false notions turn to ash
Fear, hate, prejudice, greed, the lust for power


And all that remains is love

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