Gratitude to sister Amina for sharing this on her most recent blog, “Love, Harmony, & Beauty #102”
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We need a new religion around here
with words unstained by blood and institutions,
and ways to lift our heads and sing
without a male god listening.
We need a scripture written by trees
and the sounds of water in the running brooks,
a faith revealed by the light of dawn
and prayers to say in the evening mist.
Come, let’s drag enormous rocks
and upend them in a circle, and learn there
to move again in time to sacred rhythms.
– Pir Elias Amidon