Saturday, July 11, 2009

The Essence of Ritual


Eggistentialism XI, originally uploaded by bitzcelt.

Pray the prayer that is the essence
of every ritual. God, I have no hope.
I am torn to shreds. You are my first,
my last and only refuge.

Do not do daily prayers like a bird
pecking its head up and down.

Prayer is an egg.
Hatch out
the total helplessness inside.
Heart

A Year With Rumi by Coleman Barks

6 comments:

Pacificdreamgirl said...

oohh... this is so beautiful, the poem as well as the picture.
What come to mind for me is
"utter surrender"

I am rugged
I am scarred
like the old drunk down the road

I am round
I am tender
like a new born baby girl

all these things lord
are but fleeting shadows
birth me in your likeness

FastDart said...

I thought the picture and the poem belonged together.

Your words fit with the vibration.

Antares said...

Eggsactly so! Happy to track you back here, FastDart... and i suspect you once walked pigeon-chested & fully armored as a corporate gladiator on Madison Avenue?

FastDart said...

Antares, more like a corporate design engineer for MMM.

Antares said...

MMM = Minnesota Mining Monstrosity? :-)

FastDart said...

One and the same, we called it
MMM=Many More Meetings :-)