It’s not so much that I want to know God

As to be close to the spiral in the seashell,

To feel the wind as my own breath,

To let birdsong all the way in to my being, let my bones be the ledger lines for its dancing song.

It’s not so much that I want to know God

as to be reacquainted with the intimacies of the stars through remembering they’ve always shone from within the expansiveness of my own chest

It’s not so much that I want to please any Cosmic Authority as to be strong enough to finally hold every little girl still inside of me as she weeps old tears that were never held.

It’s not so much that I need a particular place of worship—

I want to flee less the majesty of each moment

that the humble door of my ancient heart be more willing to open to the wide beauty of the world.

My only prayer is to be excommunicated from ideology

and join the congregation of morning dew shimmering with enlivened mystery and freshness, replete with sparkling wonder

It’s not so much that I want to worship God

as for my devotional practice to be opening my body to the living scripture of Life’s movement as She dances Her desires through me

and to remember to say thank you with deep recognition for every small act of love that finds me.

It’s not so much that I believe in God as it’s been taught

but that all I desire is to serve the One Great Heart that lives within us all.” ~ Chelan Harkin Poetry

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