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, June 25, 2018


“You are a little soul carrying about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

What is real?

Oh I know
We are deeply in love with the concrete

And oft we can see nothing else
What is in front of us, that we can touch, see, smell

We are obsessed with our bodies
And what they wear
What we put in them
How they smell
How they feel
How they look

We grab hold of concrete things our cars, our homes
We grab hold of titles
And roles

Like drowning people grab hold of
Whatever floats
Whatever is there!

We are like Finn the dog
Who obsessed with his ChuckIt! Ultra Ball
Sees nothing else
But that streak of orange and blue
As it bounces down the road

But what is real
Or rather what is the most real about us

It is our soul
It is our psyche
The divine breath
That makes us who we are
Sacred Children

Teilhard de Chardin had it right
We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience

So why do we spend so little time on our souls
Why do we spend so little time nurture what is most real about us?

If I am honest, even I, as a person who is supposed to be
All about the spiritual, spends way too little time on my soul

Mind you!
The Sacred does not need a lot of help
But the Sacred does need watchfulness

And yes time

And the soul needs to be nurture
So that it may be strong
Strong enough
To carry this corpse around


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