Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 166 – 5/31/2018

Named Mahalo May 31 Peace Prevails

how fitting that today is world meditation day on this moment of closing the circle on the magical, magnificent, meditative, merry, miraculous, momentous, musical, mysterious month of mahalo may… a moon of continuous contemplation, of mindful meditation, of  beautiful silence and stillness alive every breath with the birth of dancing stars, of being gentle breeze… flowing water… sheltering arms… deep roots… rising sun of awakening… setting sun of rainbow colors… breathing in and out like the rhythm of waves like the waxing and waning luna of dreams…

entering the gate, the doorway to our one heart, letting go into true emptiness, meditating this moment of peace fully, meeting it as our friend, home, belonging space, sat nam, true identity…

Call Me by My True Names

Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time
to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to
Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea
pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and
loving.

I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my
hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to, my
people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all
walks of life.
My pain if like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.

Thich Nhat Hanh

blessing the space between us as we journey deeper into  sacred mystery walking each other home, the pilgrimage to our one heart…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 165 – 5/30/2018

Named Mahalo May 30 Confluence Dedication at Chief Timothy 019

when we are love’s frequency, we all live in harmony…

flow, a rhythm we are in

ray, a band of colored light

be, the change you want to see

ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

aho, aho, aho, aho

ah, a breath into our belly

tea, our holy communion wine

that will bring us back to

flow, a rhythm we are in…

~

holy synchronicity, batpeople!

this is the fifth straight year of on this day being on a parallel pilgrimage, of gathering in circle to hear spirit in the gentle breeze and flowing water, in the heartbeat of the drum and the voices of the elders, in the echoes of ancient memories reverberating inside… today, we celebrate what is… we are one people breathed alive through our one singing heart… receiving the knowing of how to freely be… moving fluidly through sacred mystery…

may we arrive with every breath into love’s frequency vibrating in the rhythm  of loving kindness and harmony…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 164 – 5/29/2018

Named Mahalo May 29 Moon Full in Sag in BC

such a day of mahalo… arise with the full moon of may to celebrate sister moon, this full moon in may under which Buddha was born, enlightened and died, this moon of  transfigurative potency giving us the power to be fully alive in every wild cell, this beautiful gift of gathering in sangha to listen deeply for and to el canto hondo, the deep song emanating from the river below the river, sacred wellspring of soul song…

let us join together to call in the five elements to purify us, to sanctify us, to gather the quintessence… pure love…

~

may we be filled with lovingkindness

may we be well

may we be peaceful and at ease

may we be happy

~

thousandfold thanks for this full moon of illumination, this water pitcher pouring forth healing elixir  on all that is…

may we open more than ever before to receiving everything as blessing into the earth of being and radiating light and love in the all that is with every breath…

may we walk in wonder with every step on this most powerful full moon of the year, the moon when Buddha was born, enlightened, and died, invoking light and love unceasingly…

may we know in every wild cell we are the eternal radiance…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 163 – 5/28/2018

Named Mahalo May 28 PEACE JFK

Memorial Day is when Americans honor those in the armed services who died. This year, it has come to my attention that Memorial Day was first commemorated by African Americans in Charleston, SC after the civil war ended. Memorial Day falls this year on the day before the 101st birthday of our 35th President, JFK, who fell while serving the causes of peace and nuclear disarmament. While still in the energy of a  Memorial Day Peace Vigil, i post some stirring words of his that still ring so true today and are taken from a 1961 address to the United Nations:

Today, every inhabitant of this planet must contemplate the day when this planet may no longer be habitable. Every man, woman and child lives under a nuclear sword of Damocles, hanging by the slenderest of threads, capable of being cut at any moment by accident or miscalculation or by madness. The weapons of war must be abolished before they abolish us. It is therefore our intention to challenge the Soviet Union, not to an arms race, but to a peace race – to advance together step by step, stage by stage, until general and complete disarmament has been achieved.

In June of 1963 in a Commencement Address at American University, JFK delivered A Strategy for Peace:

…I have, therefore, chosen this time and this place to discuss a topic on which ignorance too often abounds and the truth is too rarely perceived–yet it is the most important topic on earth: world peace.

What kind of peace do I mean? What kind of peace do we seek? Not a Pax Americana enforced on the world by American weapons of war. Not the peace of the grave or the security of the slave. I am talking about genuine peace, the kind of peace that makes life on earth worth living, the kind that enables men and nations to grow and to hope and to build a better life for their children–not merely peace for Americans but peace for all men and women–not merely peace in our time but peace for all time.

I speak of peace because of the new face of war. Total war makes no sense in an age when great powers can maintain large and relatively invulnerable nuclear forces and refuse to surrender without resort to those forces. It makes no sense in an age when a single nuclear weapon contains almost ten times the explosive force delivered by all of the allied air forces in the Second World War. It makes no sense in an age when the deadly poisons produced by a nuclear exchange would be carried by wind and water and soil and seed to the far corners of the globe and to generations yet unborn.

Today the expenditure of billions of dollars every year on weapons acquired for the purpose of making sure we never need to use them is essential to keeping the peace. But surely the acquisition of such idle stockpiles–which can only destroy and never create–is not the only, much less the most efficient, means of assuring peace.

I speak of peace, therefore, as the necessary rational end of rational men. I realize that the pursuit of peace is not as dramatic as the pursuit of war–and frequently the words of the pursuer fall on deaf ears. But we have no more urgent task.

Some say that it is useless to speak of world peace or world law or world disarmament-and that it will be useless until the leaders of the Soviet Union adopt a more enlightened attitude. I hope they do. I believe we can help them do it. But I also believe that we must reexamine our own attitude–as individuals and as a Nation–for our attitude is as essential as theirs. And every graduate of this school, every thoughtful citizen who despairs of war and wishes to bring peace, should begin by looking inward–by examining his own attitude toward the possibilities of peace, toward the Soviet Union, toward the course of the cold war and toward freedom and peace here at home.

First: Let us examine our attitude toward peace itself. Too many of us think it is impossible. Too many think it unreal. But that is a dangerous, defeatist belief. It leads to the conclusion that war is inevitable–that mankind is doomed–that we are gripped by forces we cannot control.

We need not accept that view. Our problems are manmade–therefore, they can be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings. Man’s reason and spirit have often solved the seemingly unsolvable–and we believe they can do it again.

I am not referring to the absolute, infinite concept of universal peace and good will of which some fantasies and fanatics dream. I do not deny the value of hopes and dreams but we merely invite discouragement and incredulity by making that our only and immediate goal.

Let us focus instead on a more practical, more attainable peace–based not on a sudden revolution in human nature but on a gradual evolution in human institutions–on a series of concrete actions and effective agreements which are in the interest of all concerned. There is no single, simple key to this peace–no grand or magic formula to be adopted by one or two powers. Genuine peace must be the product of many nations, the sum of many acts. It must be dynamic, not static, changing to meet the challenge of each new generation. For peace is a process–a way of solving problems.

With such a peace, there will still be quarrels and conflicting interests, as there are within families and nations. World peace, like community peace, does not require that each man love his neighbor–it requires only that they live together in mutual tolerance, submitting their disputes to a just and peaceful settlement. And history teaches us that enmities between nations, as between individuals, do not last forever. However fixed our likes and dislikes may seem, the tide of time and events will often bring surprising changes in the relations between nations and neighbors.

So let us persevere. Peace need not be impracticable, and war need not be inevitable. By defining our goal more clearly, by making it seem more manageable and less remote, we can help all peoples to see it, to draw hope from it, and to move irresistibly toward it…

~

yes, let us persevere and move irresistibly toward peace…

namaste’

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 162 – 5/27/2018

Named Mahalo May 27 Love Maya Angelou

four years ago, maya angelou, an astonishing light of being, was released to always be our rainbow bird and sing of love, peace and joy freely across the cosmic sky… as i return from a 24 hour peace chanting vigil, i smile  at the synchronicity of the rhythms of life with today being such a perfect moment to re-member and celebrate maya on this astonishing lightness of being day with a profound poem on peace she read at the United Nation’s 50th anniversary in 1995…

A Brave and Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

~Maya Angelou~

yes, may we come to it real-eye-sing our true nature as a rainbow sea of  love energy…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 161 – 5/26/2018

Named Mahalo May 26 Eagle Cloud+

i circle around

i circle around

the boundaries of the earth

wearing my long wing feathers as i fly

i circle around

i circle around

the boundaries of the earth

~

deepest bows and thousand thousandfold thanks to great spirit for lifting our caravan of re-joy-sing, our sangha of multidimensional faiths, our chants and songs and prayers of peace into every wild cell of our one body…

a perfect way to spend the 24 hours of a day being, singing, chanting, praying peace and…

listening, listening to our one heart’song

feeling the gentle spirit wind the whole day long

 still waters flowing through hollow reeds

transfigures wasteland to peacefilled fields…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 160 – 5/25/2018

Named Mahalo May 25 Peace Chanting Vigil

Flowers open every night
across the sky as the peace
of keeping a vigil
kindles the emptiness.

~ Rumi ~

for the last four years, this day has been one of  embarking on a deep dive into the watery realms and this year is no exception and it even came in with quite a lucid dream… i’m on a plane flying at high altitude with my soul daughter on one side and my peace partner on the other… we are journeying to the big island and all is well… the pilot comes on after we hear the familiar ding to fasten our seatbelts saying that we are going down… in that instant, the plane nosedives and we are plunging into a watery grave and the most grounded peace flows into every cell of my body/our one body as i reach out my hands to my co-hearts in this moment of surrender to what is and in that very instant, the plane is lifted and we glide into a smooth landing into paradise…

this year’s journey is about hearing the sounds and sorrows of the world and offering our voices for peace, this 24-hour chanting vigil is a celebration of our spiritual aspirations to see the divine in every person and to live awakened love… this interfaith event is led by a different spiritual tradition every hour… we form community as we join our voices together…. chanting is spiritually potent medicine aligning heart and mind, connecting us to spirit and radiating prayers and blessings into the world…

thank you for joining in wherever you are, whenever you can in this caravan of re-joy-sing…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 159 – 5/24/2018

Named Mahalo May 24 Poetic PEACE Pilgrim 1 Heart Soaring.

isn’t it the truth that in every moment, with every breath, we enter into the unknown? this mysterious realm is known by the heart, it is home to the heart and with every step we walk deeper into the journey, into life… when we still ourselves and quiet the noise and chatter, we are able to see the heart’s roadmap and hear the directions… and, when the anxieties, worries and fears pop up, we simply return to the breath, to the cosmic hum, to source, the penultimate resource to re-source, re-source and re-source again… Mary Oliver speaks so beautifully about the journey we are all on, may her words inspire courage, inspire our taking heart…

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.

~

namaste

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 158 – 5/23/2018

Named Mahalo May 23 Wedding J & G

Happy 3rd Anniversary!

on this exquisite day of presence/presents, in this beautiful moment, let’s fly back to the sacred mountain and re-member…

Juliette and Geoff,

this moment, what a moment, a momentous moment here on the mountaintop,

savor this moment… look out at what you have created – beloved community, a circle of love coming here to celebrate your marriage and offer you this blessingway:

Take Refuge in Love 

in this moment, this beautiful moment, breathe in deeply

coming home to the heart, true refuge of eternal love

creation’s stillpoint where the dance begins…

in this moment, this beautiful moment, breathe in deeply

hearing beloved’s haunting refrain: come back, come back, always return to love

now greet each other always the same: you are my beloved, i open my heart to you

in this moment, this beautiful moment, breathe in deeply all the love that you are

opening your one heart ever more expansively – to sky, to earth, to sun, to moon, to stars, to ocean, to beloved

dancing thanksgiving in ever widening circles around the mystery of the great beyond…

in this moment, this beautiful moment,

behold this mountain of majesty, your holy ground of awe and wonder

holding memory of your ever deepening shared pilgrimage,

your sacred journey conjoining heaven and earth

in this moment, this beautiful moment,

sing with your one voice as vast as the ocean

a song of praise and thanks to the sea of love

that is home to your one heart forever and ever, true refuge of eternal love

in this moment, this beautiful moment,

come home to the shared center of your hearts of love

to drink from the well filling all longing with belonging

to infuse every wild cell with an ocean of love

in this moment, this beautiful moment, breathe in deeply

beloved’s constant refrain: come back, come back, always return to love

come home to your one heart, your belonging place of true refuge

to be love, to be loved, to be beloved eternally…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 157 – 5/22/2018

Named Mahalo May 22 Dream-Cave-Heart

“The world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home.”
– Wendell Berry –

the journey of one inch today takes me to Stillness, a place, a sacred space where i love to sojourn especially during the ebb tides when life goes dormant, slowing down, grounding deeply into dark earth… holding the tension and embracing the pause ensures seeing the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel… do you see feel taste hear touch the radiance?  breathe deeply through our one heart and you are there for ever in the meditative waves of  the stillpoint where great mystery sings us, moves us, breathes us glides us through the tides of life…

moment after moment of being present fully

trusting, surrendering, opening the flow of  great mystery…