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

Wednesday, November 28, 2018


Words can travel thousands of miles
May my words create mutual understanding and love
May they be as beautiful as gems
As lovely as flowers
                        Thich Nhat Hanh

We are awash with words

Written and spoken

They come at us from all directions
revealing so much
revealing so little

often all that we have
in our quest to know the other
often profoundly limited

only 7% of the message
or so we are told
mere code
of inward thoughts and feelings

yet for all this words move and motivate
hurt and heal
expose and hide
unite and divide

words have power

yet we throw them around so carelessly
a bit of sarcasm here
a scathing remark there
a careless joke
a quick jab


today may I be careful with my words
may they build not erode
may they create understanding
and caress and warm the heart they touch

may they travel through the space between
messengers of light
sun, moon, stars
filling that space
with beauty


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