welcome, welcome to day 20 of a season of peace, the fourteenth day of the tibetan fifteen days of miracles, the fourth and final day of monlam, the great prayer festival commemorating the fifteen days of miracles path with heart and the eve of the grand finale – the first full moon of this lunar new year – the biggest, brightest, closest moon of this year, the moon of miracles, the moon of blessings… and, it’s another beautiful day of gathering the quintessence, ambassadors of love and light with the sun shining through the clouds on the energy of  rapture/rupture…

what a joy to begin this day in a unitive field of heart resonance, of dolphin dancing, of miraculous energy tuned into the present moment in gratitude for what is, a field that grounds us in equanimity whatever comes, a field that embraces the ebb and the flow, the triumphs and tragedies we all experience opening our hearts ever wider into the   rainbow mystery field…

welcome, welcome to day 19 of a season of peace, the thirteenth day of the tibetan fifteen days of miracles, the third day of monlam, the great prayer festival commemorating the fifteen days of miracles path with heart and the day of the week when we celebrate the astonishing light of being… another beautiful day of gathering the quintessence, ambassadors of love and light with the sun shining through the clouds on the energy of  rapture/rupture…

it feels just right to call on the songbird of lovingkindness to grace us with her presence and emanation on this day of purification, of clean-sing, of celebrating the always burning inner light… many moons ago, i posted this quotation which shares the heart of a way of being as we saunter along the poetic peace pilgrimage by way of the caravan of re-joy-sing,,,  a friend and talented artista had the perfect setting for it and  it is the perfect image for when we travel to  sacred spaces where inner hurricanes blow through the soulscape…

we’ve all been through these moments of pain and suffering which are as much a part of the fabic of our lives as ease and ecstasy… i’ve been through enough of these critical junctures to have learned a thing or two about getting through gracefully by befriending, and inviting the bird’s song of  lovingkindness…

so, today, let us settle into this space and be curious about this gift wrapped seemingly so unattractively… as we sit with it and begin to unwrap it, we notice light is beginning to shine through… yes, as we release the pain and  deadness, hope springs alive for the re-weaving of the web of creation….

Hurricane

It didn’t behave
like anything you had
ever imagined. The wind
tore at the trees, the rain
fell for days slant and hard.
The back of the hand
to everything. I watched
the trees bow and their leaves fall
and crawl back into the earth.
As though, that was that.
This was one hurricane
I lived through, the other one
was of a different sort, and
lasted longer. Then
I felt my own leaves giving up and
falling. The back of the hand to
everything. But listen now to what happened
to the actual trees;
toward the end of that summer they
pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs.
It was the wrong season, yes,
but they couldn’t stop. They
looked like telephone poles and didn’t
care. And after the leaves came
blossoms. For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.

~ Mary Oliver ~

blessings…

welcome, welcome to day 18 of a season of peace, the twelfth day of the tibetan fifteen days of miracles and the second day of monlam, the great prayer festival commemorating the fifteen days of miracles path with heart… another beautiful day of gathering the quintessence, ambassadors of love and light with the sun shining through the clouds on the energy of  rapture/rupture…

for today’s deep listening honoring the prayer festival…

“…help me to live this day quietly, peacefully. To lean upon Thy great strength trustfully, restfully. To wait for the unfolding of Thy will patiently, serenely. To meet others peacefully, joyously…”

~St Francis~

love love love love love

 

come home to the heart, the ocean of being…

Stillness

Essence

Love

Flow

welcome, welcome to day 17 of a season of peace, the eleventh day of the tibetan fifteen days of miracles, the first day of monlam, the great prayer festival commemorating the fifteen days of miracles path with heart… another beautiful day of gathering the quintessence, ambassadors of love and light with the sun shining through the clouds on the energy of  rapture/rupture…

perhaps it’s that today is the ides of free flowing february that draws my attention so raptly to the chaos/cosm of the outer world… yesterday, the year anniversary of the Parkland massacre, today’s declaration of a state of emergency in the USA and on and on… as we hear through the ethers of so much chaos abounding across the planet calling us to listen deeply, to bear witness intimately being ever so patient with what’s riotously germinating in the core, what’s emerging out of the collective, i turn to a poet, another pilgrim on the journey who so beautifully amplifies the message of coming home to the heart and waiting for right action to organically arise out of  patiently bearing witness…

Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given to you because you would not be able to live them. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

– Rainer Maria Rilke –

Letters To A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke is an extraordinary book of ten letters written to a young man of nineteen years about to enter the German military named Franz Kappus who wrote Rilke looking for guidance and a critique of some of his poems. Rilke was himself only 27 when the first letter was written. The resulting five year correspondence is a virtual owner’s manual on what it is to be an artist and a person. Since we are all poets, pilgrims on a journey, it seems poetic justice to share the wisdom here and now for us to apply to the metaphor of our own lives…

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“You ask whether your verses are any good… You have asked others before this. You send them to magazines. You compare them with other poems, and you are upset when certain editors reject your work. Now (since you have said you want my advice) I beg you to stop doing that sort of thing. You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you – no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must”, then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose.”

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may we all be peace, love, joy, harmony and patience aligned with source in co-creating the beautyfull cosmos…

Dedicated to St Valentine, Patron Saint of Pilgrims

every moment is valentine’s, a celebration of love… every pilgrimage is journeying along the path with heart… every pilgrim is a poet on a journey deeper into the heart, a saunterer – a holy lander, spiraling ever more profoundly into the ground of being where…

every breath is a naming prayer

every step a walking meditation

bringing us home to our one cosmic heart, an ocean of devotion

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dreams often inspire a flow of contemplation which inspire words and deeds… i’m in a classroom sharing with the openhearted children of the earth, sharing a heart mudra to the tune of “this little light of mine…” where you join your thumbs together for the base of the heart temple and your index fingers together for the spire which you place on your third eye to open the flow of divine light to shine through the heart as lovingkindness and compassion and then you move your hands, the heart temple of light, down to the belly, the center of being, the stillpoint, the watery womb of creation and with this movement, this simple action, our inner light, the eternal flame flows soundlessly throughout the all that is in ever widening waves, one with the tides of interbeing, the sheltering arms of the tree of life…

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as we meet this moment fully, we are loving kindness and compassion, joy dancing in swirling and whirling circles of peace passing all understanding, one with divine flow…

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may we be filled with loving kindness

may we be well

may we be peaceful and at ease

may we be happy

~

welcome, welcome to day 15 of a season of peace, the ninth day of the tibetan fifteen days of miracles, our day to celebrate self love as we travel the path with heart… another beautiful day of gathering the quintessence, ambassadors of love and light with the sun shining through the clouds on the energy of  rapture…

yes, LALAs, love ambassadors, light ambassadors, it all comes down to being love, period; for in the field of the great beyond we real-eyes we belong to each other,that tthis moment, this day we choose love letting it begin with SELF (Stillness Essence Love Flow)…

in honor of self love day…

“You are SO Much More Than Enough”

by Shiloh Sophia McCloud

You Are So Much More Than Enough

You think you are not enough

and so that means what you do

is never enough. I think the story

“I am not enough” is a lie.

I am wondering

why we, intelligent, lovely, brave

souls that we are,

would go on believing a lie?

So today is a day for miracles

for shedding old stories

and I am wondering

who is ready to shed that one?

Ready. Set. Let’s Go.

And when you are done with that

you can join us in inventing a new story.

One where you choose yourself

right now right where you are

regardless of your circumstances.

One where we choose to tell the truth

about ourselves to ourselves

and to others.

The truth is: you are more wonderful than you can imagine and it is nothing short of a miracle that you were even born at this time on this planet to do your work no matter what that is. We have lived long enough thinking ‘not enough’ is a way of being. It’s not. Today that ends. A way of being is to love the sometimes fragile and broken and sometimes confused and still glorious self that you are. A way of being is to reinvent, with us, in this moment a story about who you are that you would love to tell and live. This is an invitation to unleash your own personal legend. To transform the critic into the almighty muse…

thank you for joining in this global community sharing the medicine of  love…