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, November 26, 2018

Where are you headed?

The false self is not really bad or evil, but just inadequate to the big questions of love, death, suffering, God, or infinity. God allows and uses all our diversionary tactics to get us to move toward our full and final destination, which is divine union—and thus wholeness. That is how perfect and patient divine love is: Nothing is wasted; even our mistakes are the raw material to turn us back into love.
                                                                                    Richard Rohr

Where are you headed?
Where am I headed?
What are the values we hold?
The goals we set to move us toward those values?
The steps we plan to achieve those goals?

The fact is, we are all just going home
We came from that we do not understand and cannot capture
From what can only be called mystery
Although we try to contain it in an inadequate concept called God
But would be well advised to simply call love

And we return to that same place

Or perhaps better

We make it hard
This journey
With our choices
Our errors

With our addiction to fear and hate
Greed and power-lust

But this reality
The one (if we choose to anthropomorphize)
Keeps drawing us on
Back into itself
Back into ourselves

And no matter what we do
No matter what choices we make
No matter what allegiances we choose

Still Sacred draws us back
Using it all
The good, the bad and the ugly
To move us
Forward, forward
To that compass point that is

Everything in the sacred alchemy is changed
And we are drawn toward love
Toward God (yes, I will go there)
And at the same time toward our true self

Puled inexorably back
Through the future
Into the arms of the Sacred
Into the “Father’s (or mother’s) House

Where our room awaits
And we can rest

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