Becoming sacred

 

 

There is no spot on earth that ever became sacred until something danced there:
Maybe it was just an atom or two.

Strange now the seriousness I see around the shrines of perfect saints
whose feet once wept ecstatic tears
as they moved upon the sun they saw beneath our every step.

There is no place in existence that ever became sacred until something sang there,
Even be at just a molecule. That is enough. I hear they croon all the time.


Quote: Hafiz – Daniel Landinsky
Photo: Paul Morris

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