ah yes, now is the moment to dream of the seeds to plant soon enough, the seeds of the new moon, the potentials for the new year…  like you, i’m a gardener of the heart intending on continuing to plant seeds of devotion of peace and stillness and silence and magic and rainbows…  what seeds will you be planting and cultivating and watering with love?

as i dream riotously in the underground, just as i can see the sunflower seeds in full bloom, i also see the blossoming of an intention and commitment to be in wholehearted communion with the cosmos as i wander in wonder in every moment being more and more loving presence and more and more trust and more and more surrender or softening into what is… here in the dream lodge, the cave of the womb of inner knowing  where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… everything shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… dormancy deepens trust in invisible flowering already organically unfolding in the rhythm of beloved…

how i love this pathless path…

“All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. … Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn’t, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn’t. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it. The other makes you curse your life. One makes you strong…”
― Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge