happy astonishing light of being day! falling on a day of cold rain, still i feel the field of radiant sun love in this re-TREAT weekend of being with my wildly exuberant, enthusiasm on steroids grandpuppy whose love lights the whole sky just as yours does… thousandfold thanks to all relatives for the radiance of your presence, for this moment of puppy consciousness, pure presence, of re-joy-sing in the gift of the ever turning life cycle of the birth – death – rebirth mystery present in every breath…
For Presence
Awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
Respond to the call of your gift and the courage to
follow its path.Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame.
May anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of
soul.Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek
no attention.Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven
around the heart of wonder.~ John O’Donohue ~
thanks be for the radiance of the central sun always shining…
Monthly Archives: June 2018
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 175 – 6/9/2018
today, as i contemplate the old story of there’s a spirit in everything, Rilke’s words arise organically as do Michelangelo’s…
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
and even more emphatically when he says…
Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.
aren’t these words all an excellent instruction manual on how to align with great spirit, rainbow mystery, the one heart, creative process, authenticity?…
yes, listen, listen, listen ever more deeply to our heartsong… release the spirit of the wise pilgrim navigating the journey, the genie always within every bottle/body…
and then, may we all proclaim, free at last, free at last…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 174 – 6/8/2018
Happy World Oceans Day!
“Ocean is a mighty harmonist.”
~William Wordsworth ~
Canada made the original proposal for World Oceans Day in 1992 at the Earth Summit in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The day has been unofficially celebrated every June 8 since then, and, in 2008, the United Nations officially recognized it.
Today, I celebrate with a special pilgrimage to the sea of love energy, sacred space of dancing rainbow mystery, such a journey always brings me back to me… is there anything more deepening than listening to mother waters magnetizing us home… than breathing in the rhythms of waves… than flowing and ebbing with the tides under a waxing full moon…
As the First Peoples remind us and live… Mni Wiconi, Water is Life… Like the First Peoples and Sylvia Earle, I think of the ocean as the blue heart of the planet… It is the one true connection of all our relations – let us celebrate her everyday…
To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim–the rocks–the motion of the waves… ~ Walt Whitman ~
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came… ~ John F Kennedy ~
The cure for anything is salt water… ~ Isak Dinese
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 173 – 6/7/2018
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
– Kahlil Gibran –
May I Be a Guard
May I be a guard for those who need protection
A guide for those on the path
A boat, a raft, a bridge for those who wish to cross the flood
May I be a lamp in the darkness
A resting place for the weary
A healing medicine for all who are sick
A vase of plenty, a tree of miracles
And for the boundless multitudes of living beings
May I bring sustenance and awakening
Enduring like the earth and the sky
Until all beings are free from sorrow
And all are awakened.Prayed every morning by His Holiness Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet
these words quoted above inspire today’s contemplation of how to hold space for the benefit of all that is…
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~ Wendell Berry ~may we all rest in grace and in the presence of still water and in the peace of wild things…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 172 – 6/6/2018
i awaken today with the clear intention that inspires a forty day purification in preparation for a bearing witness pilgrimage to memorialize suffering and transmute the trauma residues into creative compassion… the clear intention is seeing beauty in everything, being a holding container, a beholder, a hollow reed of love and peace and joy…
in this moment, this beautiful moment, we savor and offer thanks to sky and earth and sun and moon and stars and ocean and to beloved for breathing us alive…
in this moment, this beautiful moment, we listen to beloved’s hum as we gaze into her flowing mirror pulling us home to the heart ever more deeply…
in this moment, this beautiful moment, we answer beloved’s call to return to the stillpoint of equanimity where we live in harmony…
in this moment, this beautiful moment, we breathe in the rhythm of the waves infusing every wild cell of our one body with radiant love…
in this beautiful moment…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 171 – 6/5/2018
today is the 50th anniversary of the shooting of Robert F Kennedy, a man who suffered deeply following the assassination of his brother, a man who faced darkness, who tamed the savage forces and transmuted them into a widening circle of compassion…
a mere two months earlier, the world was shaken by the murder of Martin Luther King… on this day of re-membering Bobby and the promise of rebirth he embodies, let us turn to his words of wise leadership in a moment of volcanic eruption…
I have bad news for you, for all of our fellow citizens, and people who love peace all over the world, and that is that Martin Luther King was shot and killed tonight.
Martin Luther King dedicated his life to love and to justice for his fellow human beings, and he died because of that effort.
In this difficult day, in this difficult time for the United States, it is perhaps well to ask what kind of a nation we are and what direction we want to move in. For those of you who are black–considering the evidence there evidently is that there were white people who were responsible–you can be filled with bitterness, with hatred, and a desire for revenge. We can move in that direction as a country, in great polarization–black people amongst black, white people amongst white, filled with hatred toward one another.
Or we can make an effort, as Martin Luther King did, to understand and to comprehend, and to replace that violence, that stain of bloodshed that has spread across our land, with an effort to understand with compassion and love.
For those of you who are black and are tempted to be filled with hatred and distrust at the injustice of such an act, against all white people, I can only say that I feel in my own heart the same kind of feeling. I had a member of my family killed, but he was killed by a white man. But we have to make an effort in the United States, we have to make an effort to understand, to go beyond these rather difficult times.
My favorite poet was Aeschylus. He wrote: “In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”
What we need in the United States is not division; what we need in the United States is not hatred; what we need in the United States is not violence or lawlessness; but love and wisdom, and compassion toward one another, and a feeling of justice toward those who still suffer within our country, whether they be white or they be black.
So I shall ask you tonight to return home, to say a prayer for the family of Martin Luther King, that’s true, but more importantly to say a prayer for our own country, which all of us love–a prayer for understanding and that compassion of which I spoke.
We can do well in this country. We will have difficult times; we’ve had difficult times in the past; we will have difficult times in the future. It is not the end of violence; it is not the end of lawlessness; it is not the end of disorder.
But the vast majority of white people and the vast majority of black people in this country want to live together, want to improve the quality of our life, and want justice for all human beings who abide in our land.
Let us dedicate ourselves to what the Greeks wrote so many years ago: to tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.
Let us dedicate ourselves to that, and say a prayer for our country and for our people.
may we dedicate ourselves to peace…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 170 – 6/4/2018
what a totally awesome pilgrimage day simply being a free and easy wanderer dancing around the cosmos, floating in the buoyant sea which is to say that i fell into the deepest lucid dream state for what seemed a brief, shining moment and an eternity all rolled into one, a seamless kaleidoscopic vision of shifting images connected by the delicate threads of grandmother’s gossamer web…
everything so crystal clear, so all connected in the stillpoint, the spaciousness of emptiness with nowhere to go and nothing to do… simply being open to what is…. open, open, open… to the sounds of silence emanating from the heart’s wellspring of wisdom…
listening, listening to our heartsong
gathered in the field beyond right and wrong
circling sangha, caravan of re-joy-sing
attuned to love’s frequency, entrained to the bell’s ring
may we embody the generosity of brother sun, the imagination of sister moon, the grounded interconnectedness of the standing talls and the flowing nature of oceanic sky….
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 169 – 6/3/2018
thank you river of life for teaching us that We Are The Eternal Radiance, that Water is Life, that water renews life and is the womb of the birth-death-rebirth cycle we are always flowing in… what a moon of baptism, a month of celebrating plunging into rainbow mystery, into the deeps of the ocean of being, the boundless spaciousness of the stillpoint where there’s only the dance….
All meaningful change requires a genuine surrender. Yet, to surrender does not simply mean to give up; more to give up one’s usual self and allow something other to enter and redeem the lesser sense of self. In surrendering, we fall to the bottom of our arguments and seek to touch the origin of our lives again. Only then can we see as we were meant to see, from the depth of the psyche where the genius resides, where the seeds of wisdom and purpose were planted before we were born. We fall in order to find what has secretly carried us all along and would now become consciously known.
In genuine surrender, we arrive at a silent place, a still point within the turmoil of life; the place of baptism and renewal. Baptism is one of the oldest rituals of humanity, one that involves an immersion in the waters of life in order to revive the vitality of one’s being. Baptism requires a symbolic return to the watery womb of the world, a return to primordial origins in order to briefly dissolve the fixations of the personality and renew one’s spirit for life. Such an immersion requires a surrender that can feel like death. In a sense, part of us does die as we let go of our current form of “halfness” in order to feel whole. Baptism repeats the archetypal pattern of birth, death, and rebirth as a “little death” is needed for a greater rejuvenation and resurgence to occur…
Any meaningful descent can be felt by the soul as an attempt to renew oneself by touching the origins of life again. The ego fears that it will die or disappear in the waters of the deep unconscious. But the soul knows that any descent in life can become a potential baptism that will return us to the full potential at the origin of our lives—back there at the beginning; down there near the source, where the underlying unity of life waits to be found and be touched again…
Something ancient in us bends us toward the origins of the whole thing. We either drown in the splits and confusions of our lives, or we surrender to something greater than ourselves. The water of our deepest troubles is also the water of our own solution. In surrender, we descend down to the bottom of it and back to the beginning of it; down into what is divided in order to get back to the wholeness before the split, all healing seeks what alone can truly unify our spirit.
~ Michael Meade, “The Genius Myth” ~
may we be baptized to live wholeheartedly as if this moment is the last in this incarnation… to love with wild abandon… to laugh from a deep well of joy…
namaste, beloveds…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 168 – 6/2/2018
journeying in an awakened way today back to the garden feeling in every wild cell we are stardust and golden tuned into cosmic hum and attuning to soul song – such a lovely frequency this sounding/resounding of birdsong inspiring the courage to show up wholeheartedly for the path with heart, to sing the soul song, to be poetic peace pilgrim with every breath…
being in rippling circles of love is a dance of grace where we are joined by beautiful souls also choosing to walk in this sacred way – how i love being in this moment with you…
thousandfold thanks for blessing this day with gifts, lessons, loving awareness and friends…
may our energy flow be a blessing to all co-hearts on the path…
may we be centered and open facing each moment with lovingkindness and compassion…
may we honor and reverence this moment, this life…
i’m re-member that this day in the cycles of life is about real-eye-sing in a deeper way the interconnection of all that is as well as the day, a year ago, that the usa pulled out of the paris accords… behind tears is still the seed of hope that this disastrous decision will pull us together into meaningful contemplation, dialogue and action… under the tears, is the river of joy always flowing and watering the earth of our being, our beautiful island home… let me close this day of returning to the garden by breathing in her beauty and breathing out re-joy-sing…
In Praise of the Earth
Let us bless
The imagination of the Earth.
That knew early the patience
To harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm,
Ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging
Among the stillness of land.And how light knew to nurse
The growth until the face of the Earth
Brightened beneath a vision of color.When the ages of ice came
And sealed the Earth inside
An endless coma of cold,
The heart of the Earth held hope,
Storing fragments of memory,
Ready for the return of the sun.Let us thank the Earth
That offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm
To walk in space open
To infinite galaxies.Let us salute the silence
And certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness,
Their dream-filled hearts.The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed’s self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.The humility of the Earth
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth.The kindness of the Earth,
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
Into the final stillness.Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty.Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.~ John O’Donohue ~
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 167 – 6/1/2018
i have arrived
i am home
welcome to journeying in an awakened way on the path of transformation june where we move even more deeply into the sacred space of wholehearted open spaciousness… grounded in and connected to the stillness in the core of being, dynamically present and open to the fluid present moment, to what is, feeling the deep peace and joy of the running wave dissolving us into the atmosphere, rebirthing us into the new beginning that’s been unfolding since the beginning…
Searching for the Dharma
You’ve traveled up ten thousand steps in search of the Dharma.
So many long days in the archives, copying, copying.
The gravity of the Tang and the profundity of the Sung
make heavy baggage.
Here! I’ve picked you a bunch of wildflowers.
Their meaning is the same
but they’re much easier to carry.
~ Xu Yun ~here’s to walking each other home hand in hand with the eyes of a mother greeting her precious newborn…