a day on the pilgrimage like all others of  living the quest ion of what drumbeat are we dancing? what heartbeat are we meditating?, i give you, my co-heart pilgrims, poets on a journey, Rilke’s plea from Letters to a Young Poet to be patience, to live patiently with everything, loving all that is yet unresolved, for it is in the loving that sacred balance organically rises…

a day on the pilgrimage of  being and doing the work, the play, the intention, the purpose of being who we are… light beings of divine love embodied through our one cosmic heart in an intricate web of interconnection…

thousandfold thanks…