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, February 16, 2019

we rise

There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness
out of which blooms the unshatterable.

There is sorrow
beyond grief which leads to joy
and fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.

There is a hollow space
too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness
we are sanctioned .... into being.

There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open
.... to the place inside
which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing. "

 Rashani Rea

We always want to “get it together”
It sounds so nice

The idea of finally figuring it out
Whatever “it” is

The idea of getting our thoughts in order
our emotions in check
our bodies whole

of course there is no such thing as stasis
for every brief moment when it feels like
we are where and who and what we want to be

there are a million moments when life unravels
when the earth shakes beneath our feet
and the foundations of our soul are shaken

we are shattered, grieved, wounded
cast into the dark empty place of endings
where loss and failure and loneliness eat at us

until our hearts cry out

and in those moments we die
it is all too much
the pain that wracks our bodies
the anguish that assaults our hearts
the chaos in our minds

and we wonder if we can take one more step

into such moments Sacred comes
perhaps only in such moments
when we have let go, released
when the vastness of it all has driven us to that place
of ultimate struggle

and we find that there is something deeper still
call it grace
call it Love

and having found that deeper place
having found that which is “unbreakable and whole”
that Presence that defines us, and empowers us

we rise
newly born
and singing

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