Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 115 Days – 4/10/2017

Named Awakened April 10 Moon Full in Libra 002

woo hoo! the full moon in libra is here offering the perfect moment to be of service by being lovingkindness, compassion and support… when we give from a pure place, everyone is elevated…

 

draw down the energy of this full moon and lady luna will spread your joy and love and peace across the cosmos…

 

placing our hands in prayer position on our heart center, let us invoke the power of the moon with our intention…

Mother Moon, we wish to take your powerful energy tonight along with all the love, compassion and peace in our one heart and soul, and wrap it around the world 1000 times over. Mother Moon, we ask that you allow us to radiate joy and peace wherever we go, so we may inspire others as well as ourselves.

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From today onward
Until the attainment of enlightenment
May I be willing
To live with my chaos and confusion
And that of all other sentient beings.

May I be willing
To share our mutual confusion
And work incessantly and humbly
To help and elevate everyone without exception.

Tibetan Prayer from Light the Flame

 

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 114 Days – 4/9/2017

Named Awakened April 9 Astonishing Light of Being 4-9-17 miracles

i love the rhythm and synchronicity of today… here we are on the weekly segment of  an image worth a thousand words illustrating the astonishing light of your being and simultaneously it’s the five year anniversary of  a spontaneous remission of throat cancer… i still re-member as if it’s this very moment the miraculous news of the disappearance of the lesions… in this moment, it is so real how miraculous the birth of  a baby is, something i once took so for granted and how miraculous all our relations are… the trillions of processes whirling around and around… i close this piece as i open and close each day…

From today onward
Until the attainment of enlightenment
May I be willing
To live with my chaos and confusion
And that of all other sentient beings.

May I be willing
To share our mutual confusion
And work incessantly and humbly
To help and elevate everyone without exception.

Tibetan Prayer from Light the Flame

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 113 Days – 4/8/2017

Named Awakened April 8 Heart Pilgrimage April 2015 055

holy synchronicity! it’s the eighth (alpha and omega) day of awakened april, a day that always echoes rebirth and coming alive… five years ago, the clown rags t. o. riches transfigured into bee u. tee fool… two years ago, i transported to an outer place that i had dreamed of and imagined since a wee child…

as a child swimming in the ocean on the outer banks of the new world

i imagined seeing across the sea to faraway cornwall of the old world

today, the tides have brought me home to a dream cave i re-member so well

when we danced as dolphins and chanted beloved’s songs

calling all who could hear to enter this heart portal

and break open the genius dream seed….

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today, the magic of  4/8, 4+8=12 reverberates and i re-member the series of dreams as a 12 year old of being joseph with the coat of many colors… do you re-member your inner dreamer? do you hear the eternal whispering to you? step into the portal of this dream cave and feel your genius seed break open and carry you home, carry you into your soul and the tiny space of the heart… listen to rumi’s poem of the inner eternal, the dreamer we must re-member…

Has anyone seen the boy who used to come here?…
You know that one.
Have you heard stories about him?
Pharoah and the whole Egyptian world
collapsed for such a Joseph.
I’d gladly spend years getting word
of him…

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may we all re-member and be faithful to the dream of our soul and this gift calling it came to life to give…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 112 Days – 4/7/2017

Named Awakened April 7 PEACE Whale Watcing 2016 Cape Disappointment 004

yesterday was such a profound day of movement in the states… one moment the filibuster, the next the nuclear option, a few moments later strikes against a far-off land unleashed and i think of one of my favorite poems…

The Second Coming

William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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now, is the moment for inner awakening, for listening for the call of our soul, the whispers of our one heart to come home and tend the garden of our genius, the spark of light, the inner flame that is eternal and immortal, the dream that will never die…. yes, we may sleep at length until troubles awaken our beauty way…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 111 Days – 4/6/2017

Named Awakened April 6 Oneness with All Whale Watching 2014 017 Echo-La

today, the 111th day of the poetic peace pilgrimage vibrates at a miracle frequency… can you feel the spirits all around opening our eyes and heart to the oneness we are?

when we re-member we are all relatives, we are all a part of a greater whole, peace, gratitude, love and compassion organically arise…

 

as Alan Watts expressed in the love revolution of the sixties:

If you see yourself in the correct way, you are all as much extraordinary phenomena of nature as trees, clouds, the patterns in running water, the flickering of fire, the arrangement of the stars, and the form of a galaxy. You are all just like that.

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 110 Days – 4/5/2017

Named Awakened April 5 Dancing Stillness

Dance, dance wherever we may be

We are the soul of the dance said she

And we’ll live as one wherever we may be

And we’ll live as one in true harmony

~

Emerge from the sea free to be

dancing rainbow poetry

Every step grounds me in love

thanking the sun, moon and stars above

~

 

From today onward
Until the attainment of enlightenment
May I be willing
To live with my chaos and confusion
And that of all other sentient beings.

May I be willing
To share our mutual confusion
And work incessantly and humbly
To help and elevate everyone without exception.

Tibetan Prayer from Light the Flame

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 109 Days – 4/4/2017

Named Awakened April 4 MLK-Beloved Community

Fifty years ago today, the prophet and poet, Martin Luther King, Jr delivered a rousing call to action in a speech entitled, Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break Silence, to an overflow crowd at Riverside Church in New York City. Dr King’s challenge to engage in a radical revolution of values holds as true now as it did then. To honor this extraordinary activist and peace pilgrim on the forty-ninth anniversary of  his assassination, listen to some of his stirring words…

I am convinced that if we are to get on to the right side of the world revolution, we as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin, we must rapidly begin the shift from a thing-oriented society to a person-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights, are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered.

A true revolution of values will soon cause us to question the fairness and justice of many of our past and present policies. On the one hand we are called to play the Good Samaritan on life’s roadside, but that will be only an initial act. One day we must come to see that the whole Jericho Road must be transformed so that men and women will not be constantly beaten and robbed as they make their journey on life’s highway. True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar. It comes to see than an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring.

A true revolution of values will soon look uneasily on the glaring contrast of poverty and wealth. With righteous indignation, it will look across the seas and see individual capitalists of the West investing huge sums of money in Asia, Africa, and South America, only to take the profits out with no concern for the social betterment of the countries, and say, “This is not just.” It will look at our alliance with the landed gentry of South America and say, “This is not just.” The Western arrogance of feeling that it has everything to teach others and nothing to learn from them is not just.

A true revolution of values will lay hand on the world order and say of war, “This way of settling differences is not just.” This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling our nation’s homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into the veins of peoples normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice, and love. A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.

America, the richest and most powerful nation in the world, can well lead the way in this revolution of values. There is nothing except a tragic death wish to prevent us from reordering our priorities so that the pursuit of peace will take precedence over the pursuit of war. There is nothing to keep us from molding a recalcitrant status quo with bruised hands until we have fashioned it into a brotherhood.

This kind of positive revolution of values is our best defense against communism. War is not the answer. Communism will never be defeated by the use of atomic bombs or nuclear weapons. Let us not join those who shout war and, through their misguided passions, urge the United States to relinquish its participation in the United Nations. These are days which demand wise restraint and calm reasonableness. We must not engage in a negative anticommunism, but rather in a positive thrust for democracy, realizing that our greatest defense against communism is to take offensive action in behalf of justice. We must with positive action seek to remove those conditions of poverty, insecurity, and injustice, which are the fertile soil in which the seed of communism grows and develops.

These are revolutionary times. All over the globe men are revolting against old systems of exploitation and oppression, and out of the wounds of a frail world, new systems of justice and equality are being born. The shirtless and barefoot people of the land are rising up as never before. The people who sat in darkness have seen a great light. We in the West must support these revolutions.

It is a sad fact that because of comfort, complacency, a morbid fear of communism, and our proneness to adjust to injustice, the Western nations that initiated so much of the revolutionary spirit of the modern world have now become the arch antirevolutionaries. This has driven many to feel that only Marxism has a revolutionary spirit. Therefore, communism is a judgment against our failure to make democracy real and follow through on the revolutions that we initiated. Our only hope today lies in our ability to recapture the revolutionary spirit and go out into a sometimes hostile world declaring eternal hostility to poverty, racism, and militarism. With this powerful commitment we shall boldly challenge the status quo and unjust mores, and thereby speed the day when “every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low; the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough places plain.”

A genuine revolution of values means in the final analysis that our loyalties must become ecumenical rather than sectional. Every nation must now develop an overriding loyalty to mankind as a whole in order to preserve the best in their individual societies.

This call for a worldwide fellowship that lifts neighborly concern beyond one’s tribe, race, class, and nation is in reality a call for an all-embracing and unconditional love for all mankind. This oft misunderstood, this oft misinterpreted concept, so readily dismissed by the Nietzsches of the world as a weak and cowardly force, has now become an absolute necessity for the survival of man. When I speak of love I am not speaking of some sentimental and weak response. I’m not speaking of that force which is just emotional bosh. I am speaking of that force which all of the great religions have seen as the supreme unifying principle of life. Love is somehow the key that unlocks the door which leads to ultimate reality. This Hindu-Muslim-Christian-Jewish-Buddhist belief about ultimate reality is beautifully summed up in the first epistle of Saint John: “Let us love one another, for love is God. And every one that loveth is born of God and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God, for God is love. . . . If we love one another, God dwelleth in us and his love is perfected in us.” Let us hope that this spirit will become the order of the day.

We can no longer afford to worship the god of hate or bow before the altar of retaliation. The oceans of history are made turbulent by the ever-rising tides of hate. History is cluttered with the wreckage of nations and individuals that pursued this self-defeating path of hate. As Arnold Toynbee says: “Love is the ultimate force that makes for the saving choice of life and good against the damning choice of death and evil. Therefore the first hope in our inventory must be the hope that love is going to have the last word.”

We are now faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there is such a thing as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Life often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with a lost opportunity. The tide in the affairs of men does not remain at flood—it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words, “Too late.” There is an invisible book of life that faithfully records our vigilance or our neglect. Omar Khayyam is right: “The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on.”

We still have a choice today: nonviolent coexistence or violent coannihilation. We must move past indecision to action. We must find new ways to speak for peace in Vietnam and justice throughout the developing world, a world that borders on our doors. If we do not act, we shall surely be dragged down the long, dark, and shameful corridors of time reserved for those who possess power without compassion, might without morality, and strength without sight.

Now let us begin. Now let us rededicate ourselves to the long and bitter, but beautiful, struggle for a new world. This is the calling of the sons of God, and our brothers wait eagerly for our response. Shall we say the odds are too great? Shall we tell them the struggle is too hard? Will our message be that the forces of American life militate against their arrival as full men, and we send our deepest regrets? Or will there be another message—of longing, of hope, of solidarity with their yearnings, of commitment to their cause, whatever the cost? The choice is ours, and though we might prefer it otherwise, we must choose in this crucial moment of human history.

As that noble bard of yesterday, James Russell Lowell, eloquently stated:

Once to every man and nation comes a moment do decide,
In the strife of truth and Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, God’s new Messiah offering each the bloom or blight,
And the choice goes by forever ‘twixt that darkness and that light.
Though the cause of evil prosper, yet ‘tis truth alone is strong
Though her portions be the scaffold, and upon the throne be wrong
Yet that scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim unknown
Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.

And if we will only make the right choice, we will be able to transform this pending cosmic elegy into a creative psalm of peace. If we will make the right choice, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our world into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. If we will but make the right choice, we will be able to speed up the day, all over America and all over the world, when justice will roll down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 108 Days – 4/3/2017

Named Awakened April 3 NA Center

living from the heart

every step a thanksgiving

each breath a prayer

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the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round . . . The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves. Our tepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation’s hoop.

~ Black Elk ~

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Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 107 Days – 4/2/2017

Named Awakened April 2 Astonishing Light of Being 4-2-17 Lady Liberty Comforting

The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

~Emma Lazarus~

 

today’s picture worth a thousand words showing the astonishing light of your being lands on Lady Liberty, mother to all seeking true refuge, her sheltering arms providing cosmic welcome…

i close this peace and the day with the Tibetan prayer from Light the Flame…

From today onward
Until the attainment of enlightenment
May I be willing
To live with my chaos and confusion
And that of all other sentient beings.

May I be willing
To share our mutual confusion
And work incessantly and humbly
To help and elevate everyone without exception.

may we all be beacons of light and ambassadors of liberation for all our relations

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 106 Days – 4/1/2017

Named Awakened April 1 Traveling 001

a new moon, a new beginning, a new astrological turn around the sun… how i love this moon of poetry, this moon i call awakened april begins with holy fools day for whom travels in a more awakened way than the holy fool?

 

traditionally, the fool card in the tarot is associated with the numbers, 0 and 22… at 0, the fool symbolizes life force before manifestation; at 22, the fool has sauntered the 21 keys of the major arcana completing a full cycle of awareness and experience and now steps beyond into a new dimension of limitless potential as a free and easy wanderer, an awakened pilgrim…

 

as we walk home together this awakened april, may the words of   this wild irish poet inspire our pilgrimage…

For the Traveler

Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in.

New strangers on other paths await.
New places that have never seen you
Will startle a little at your entry.
Old places that know you well
Will pretend nothing
Changed since your last visit.

When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:

How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening in conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known
You needed
To illuminate
Your way.

When you travel,
A new silence
Goes with you,
And if you listen,
You will hear
What your heart would
Love to say.

A journey can become a sacred thing:
Make sure, before you go,
To take the time
To bless your going forth,
To free your heart of ballast
So that the compass of your soul
Might direct you toward
The territories of spirit
Where you will discover
More of your hidden life,
And the urgencies
That deserve to claim you.

May you travel in an awakened way,
Gathered wisely into your inner ground;
That you may not waste the invitations
Which wait along the way to transform you.

May you travel safely, arrive refreshed,
And live your time away to its fullest;
Return home more enriched, and free
To balance the gift of days which call you.

~ John O’Donohue ~