2016

Posted on October 21, 2016 by Jo Beall

“To seek freedom is the only driving force I know. Freedom to fly off into that infinity out there. Freedom to dissolve; to lift off; to be like the flame of a candle, which, in spite of being up against the light of a billion stars, remains intact, because it never pretended to be more than what it is: a mere candle.”
― Carlos Castaneda, Don Juan: the Sorcerer

today’s journey is one of stopping the world by stopping thoughts, the internal dialogue through contemplation of the breath going deeper and deeper into the breath, into presence, into the freespirit space of unconditional love, boundless love like a candle in the wind…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 3/3 Years – Day 309/1039 – 10/20/2016

Posted on October 21, 2016 by Jo Beall

today, i’m following the orders of the healing priest of radio frequencies at the hospital ity center of the good samaritan and doing nothing, freeing me to dwell in the space of true refuge, our wounded, softened heart and experience the goodness of all our relations of the awakened heart… thousandfold thanks for radiating so much love and light…

so, i respond in kind and kindness to all with a kiss, a keeping it super simple, on this day of adventure, this day of trodding an unknown path, this day of flow, of holy synchronicity, of being still at the center, living creativity, living in the chaos that gives births to a dancing star and re-members the soul song of our multiverse… join with me in bodhicitta re-joy-sing. co-hearts of the one wounded heart….

all is well

and all is well

and all that is, is well

re-member our song dancing it long and sharing it in great silence with seven generations….

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 3/3 Years – Day 308/1038 – 10/19/2016

Posted on October 20, 2016 by Jo Beall

breathing out, we die to what’s no longer true… breathing in, we’re born anew… in the space between the worlds, between expiring and inspiring, in this place of pause we are in the sacred space of of the void, the stillpoint, the birth canal, the tunnel… are you catching glimpses of the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel?

yes, we’ve been experiencing the germinating energy of darkness… perhaps, you have felt inner wound seeds rupturing causing confusion, despair, disorientation, anxiety… now is the moment to re-member…

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

~ Rumi ~

There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

~ Leonard Cohen ~

yes, re-member, the wheel of life is always turning and returning just as we are always turning and returning to the breath, to the present moment, to the dance of creation… rest assured… the deeper we openly and courageously go into the unknown, the more we come to know…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 3/3 Years – Day 307/1037 – 10/18/2016

Posted on October 18, 2016 by Jo Beall

if one picture is ever worth a thousand words, this is it….

i could post this image every day for this lesson is what the pilgrimage we are all on teaches us… moment by moment, breath by breath and step by step… breathing in, we’re born anew… breathing out we die to what’s no longer true…

today, i so feel the tsunami building in me, that towering wave that’s about to break free as i curl in it’s curl trusting and blessing the space between us, that luxurious pause where i have the moment to choose to be the wild sea of love energy, of rainbow mystery…

YES!

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 3/3 Years – Day 306/1036 – 10/17/2016

Posted on October 18, 2016 by Jo Beall

for almost half of the days of chronicling the poetic peace pilgrimage’s ever deepening saunter into the path with heart, i have been sharing another daily practice where we invoke this path of our one heart offering the wounds of all our relations so that our cloudy vision of who we are is restored and re-membered clearly…

in this moment on the journey at the end of day, feeling so still and silent, i’m going to call on Porcupine Goddess to whisper the words of an ancient wisdom story…

long ago, in the coldest winter ever, many of our relations were dying… we of the porcupine council met and decided we’d nestle together to keep warm and stay alive… alas, we were warm but the quills of our neighbors were wounding us, so we decided to separate from each other to relieve the hurts of living in close quarters… although now we were protected from being wounded, we began to die one by one, alone and frozen cold… faced with our extinction or living as wounded porcupines, we chose wisely – deciding to return to being together… we learned to live with wounds caused by being in close relationship to receive the greater benefit of the warmth that comes from others. this way, we were able to not only survive but also to thrive.

may we be as wise as our porcupine relations in realizing interdependence, the way of the heart, is the way…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 3/3 Years – Day 305/1035 – 10/16/2016

Posted on October 16, 2016 by Jo Beall

oh, beloveds, what a joy to share this week’s image of the astonishing light of your being… are you feeling the calm after the storm as the whirling winds and pounding rains gentle to a whisper and light bubbles stream softly from star goddess reminding/rehearting us of the beauty of this moment and welcoming and meeting this beautiful moment fully and as a friend…

join me in this tibetan chant to tara, star goddess, feeling her radiance of source energy flowing through you…

Om! Homage to the Noble Arya Tara!
Praise to Tara, the swift Heroine! Your eyes flash like lightening.
Born from the tear of Compassion’s Lord, you arise from a blooming lotus.
Praise to Tara, whose face, like the gathering of a hundred full autumn moons,
Blazes with the illuminating radiance of a thousand star nebuli.
Praise to Tara whose hand is adorned with the blue-gold lotus.
You are the embodiment of generosity, joyous effort, discipline, patience, peace, and meditation.

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 3/3 Years – Day 304/1034 – 10/15/2016

Posted on October 15, 2016 by Jo Beall

we all come from earth mother and to her we shall return

like a drop of rain flowing to the ocean

when we are sad and forlorn, we come to her to be reborn

like a drop of rain flowing to the ocean

grounding in deep earth, sacred space of rebirth

drops of rain flowing home to ocean

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 3/3 Years – Day 303/1033 – 10/14/2016

Posted on October 14, 2016 by Jo Beall

holy synchronicity! the full moon in aries, the wise woman moon over stormy seas shines in her full glory at 9:23 pm pdt on 10/15/16 and already her energy is so pervasive… yesterday, in preparation for the fullness sister moon sent purifying rains and strong breezes and in the pacific northwest one could feel the spirits come back… to capture the inspiriting energy, i shared an image of one of my favorite sacred spaces… manzanita in the rain and the wind… just a few short hours later, a waterspout will develop over the stormy pacific sea and rush through the sleepy village of manzanita like a freight train leaving a path of destruction in her wake…

today, i awaken to the energy of blustery winds blowing through portalania and torrents of rain washing the earth… i am shocked to hear of manzanita’s experience of the whirlwind and grateful that there are no reported injuries among our two legged relations… and then i re-member today is the day before the full moon in aries, another day, like yesterday, to purify before this full moon which i also re-member is known as the moon of stormy seas… holy synchronicity…

this full moon, also known as the wise woman (witch, witke) is certainly that as she whispers to us of being the whirlwind, the change, the transformation and shifting into the ancient story rising anew… of coming home to heart consciousness, sacred space of belongingness, beloved community where there’s only one of us here in a thousand thousandfold forms in an ever expanding field of awakening dreamers as deep and wide as ocean and sky…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 3/3 Years – Day 302/1032 – 10/13/2016

Posted on October 14, 2016 by Jo Beall

the rain spirits have returned to the pacific northwest with a thousand thousandfold of water drops falling from the sky to kiss our earth mother, grow our trees, flowing love into everything, everything dancing in rhythm with the falling rain, our one heart resonating at the frequency of universal love…

listen, children of the earth, to the song arising from the pacific sea, a song of rainbow harmony, an ancient song arising as new… we are one being, interdependent, intricately connected, an unbroken circle, a never ending spiral… always being love, always becoming love…

may the source be with us… and so it is… blessed be… thanks be…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 3/3 Years – Day 301/1031 – 10/12/2016

Posted on October 13, 2016 by Jo Beall

sending this moment, this beautiful moment on the peace pilgrimage into the field of interbeing with Thay’s words…

Interbeing

If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow; and without trees, we cannot make paper. The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. If the cloud is not here, the sheet of paper cannot be here either. So we can say that the cloud and the paper inter-are. “Interbeing” is a word that is not in the dictionary yet, but if we combine the prefix “inter-” with the verb “to be,” we ha vea new verb, inter-be. Without a cloud and the sheet of paper inter-are.

If we look into this sheet of paper even more deeply, we can see the sunshine in it. If the sunshine is not there, the forest cannot grow. In fact, nothing can grow. Even we cannot grow without sunshine. And so, we know that the sunshine is also in this sheet of paper. The paper and the sunshine inter-are. And if we continue to look, we can see the logger who cut the tree and brought it to the mill to be transformed into paper. And wesee the wheat. We now the logger cannot exist without his daily bread, and therefore the wheat that became his bread is also in this sheet of paper. And the logger’s father and mother are in it too. When we look in this way, we see that without all of these things, this sheet of paper cannot exist.

Looking even more deeply, we can see we are in it too. This is not difficult to see, because when we look at a sheet of paper, the sheet of paper is part of our perception. Your mind is in here and mine is also. So we can say that everything is in here with this sheet of paper. You cannot point out one thing that is not here-time, space, the earth, the rain, the minerals in the soil, the sunshine, the cloud, the river, the heat. Everything co-exists with this sheet of paper. That is why I think the word inter-be should be in the dictionary. “To be” is to inter-be. You cannot just be by yourself alone. You have to inter-be with every other thing. This sheet of paper is, because everything else is.

Suppose we try to return one of the elements to its source. Suppose we return the sunshine to the sun. Do you think that this sheet of paper will be possible? No, without sunshine nothing can be. And if we return the logger to his mother, then we have no sheet of paper either. The fact is that this sheet of paper is made up only of “non-paper elements.” And if we return these non-paper elements to their sources, then there can be no paper at all. Without “non-paper elements,” like mind, logger, sunshine and so on, there will be no paper. As thin as this sheet of paper is, it contains everything in the universe in it.

The Heart of Understanding: Commentaries on the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra

Abundance Created Together (ACT)

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess. – Rainer Maria Rilke –

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