Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 166 – 5/31/2019

Named Mystical May 31 Poetic PEACE Pilgrim Jeweled Profile.

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 moon of mystical may… a month 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 waters… 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, every breath and step an arrival, deeper and deeper homecoming into great mystery, the quantum field of unity where every vibration flows into the one cosmic hum… we, all relatives, have arrived… we, all relatives, are home…

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 6 – Day 165 – 5/30/2019

Named Mystical May 30 NA Star Pearl Journey.

today everything is about the inward journey and how our purpose as star people on a journey to the earth is to awaken to and re-member who we are…

today as i revel in sauntering along the pathless path, i listen to this intention…

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I am compelled to journey inward, but where is that place? What does inward feel like? When I close my eyes random thoughts rise to greet me.

Emotions dance around like sparks in the night. What am I looking for? What am I listening for? How do I navigate through all the chaos that constantly talks to me? I’m seeking a way through these random thoughts that are here today and gone tomorrow.

I seek discernment. Like developing the sharp eye of a well seasoned jeweler. I want the ability to recognize the rare thought that comes through my inner world that is a messenger of guidance from you. A bearer of truth, a diamond sparkling with divine code. I want to hear and see clearly so that I might easily stay detached from debris that can so rapidly cloud my mind and infect my heart.

Discernment is a powerful grace, Lord. It is one of the great signature powers of the soul. I am asking for that grace and I know it does not come easily. I must use this grace. I must live the power of this grace. I must apply it every day of my life.

~ Caroline Myss ~

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i am reminded that we live in an amazing spiral galaxy of 300 billion stars in a cosmos of 2 trillion galaxies and our galaxy, like ourselves, is ever creating, ever renewing and all of the stars are within us and we are stardust, waves and particles of sound and light compressed and compressed into what looks like matter here on an earth walk to make the quantum leap back into our true nature as dancing stars ever creating, ever renewing…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 164 – 5/29/2019

Named Mystical May 29 PEACE JFK

today is the 102nd birthday of the 35th President of the United States… JFK was assassinated during his term in office while serving the causes of peace and nuclear disarmament… to celebrate his memory and legacy, i post some stirring words of his that are taken from a 1961 address to the United Nations and still ring so true today…

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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.

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in June of 1963, five months before he was shot, he continued in the same vein in a Commencement Address at American University, where JFK delivered A Strategy for Peace:

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…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…

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yes, let us persevere and move irresistibly toward peace…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 163 – 5/28/2019

Named Mystical May 28 Einstein Sound and Light Waves we are

woo hoo! welcome to 5/28, the miracle solfeggio frequency of flow, a perfect moment to tune into the cosmic hum real-eye-sing we are instruments of peace, love and joy, hollow reeds through which the frequencies of blessing flow…

as another wise sage proclaims…

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“We are earth people on a Spiritual journey to the Stars. Our Quest, our earth walk, is to look within, to know who we are, to see that we are connected to all things, that there is no separation, only in the mind.”  ~ ~ Lakota Seer ~

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perhaps you’ll join with me in re-membering our journey to the stars by breathing in deeply through our one heart and down, down, down into the belly… into the stillpoint of creation, the watery womb, stable ground of all being, home to peace passing all understanding, beloved community’s belonging place… injoy this moment, this beautiful moment of blessings arising synchronisticly… flowing through you, flowing through me, flowing from the buoyantsea, the hum of cosmic harmony…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 162 – 5/27/2019

Named Mystical May 27 Wedding Trip Pilgrimage Oregon Gorge 5-27-15 023

on this day of re-membrance, some relatives and i journey along the mighty columbia river into the gorgeous gorge, watery womb carved out by melting glaciers so many moons ago…

as a couple of us cycle on mountain trails through stewardship forest. a couple of us listen to falling water, water is a perfect pilgrim, a poet on a journey and where she travels is the spirit path… like the goddess of wisdom, waterfalls, too, must sing out wisdom and then come to rest in a still, silent pool which brings me to the profound poem of peace sung freely by maya, a caged bird now released to sing out in celestial spheres, at the United Nation’s 50th anniversary in 1995…

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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~

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yes, may we come to it real-eye-sing our true nature as a rainbow sea of  love energy taking joy and peace in the sounds of falling waters flowing in rhythm home to the heart…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 161 – 5/26/2019

Named Mystical May 26 Leaping into the Void

Our task must be to free ourselves…by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
– Albert Einstein –

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so many memorable moments

on this memorial day eve

re-membering who we are

and what we’re here to be…

weavers of wonder

gatherers of quintessence

soaring and diving into shared destiny

liberation’s emphatic calling us all to be free…

so, take this moment, this beautiful moment

to let yourself be free

and circle wider and wider

into the stillness of great mystery…

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may we all live our lives in ever widening circles being peace, love and joy in the expanding cosmic heart…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 160 – 5/25/2019

Named Mystical May 25 Poetic Peace Pilgrim at Waterfall

i’m sorry

please forgive me

thank you

i love you

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i awaken today with ho’oponopono, the ancient purification chant, singing me and calling me to listen, listen to the heartsong of the waters falling home and to bathe in the healing waters hearing the echos of moons gone by…

thirteen moons ago, a powerful dream visits at the break of day…   i’m on a plane flying at high altitude through the clouds with my soul daughter on one side and my peace partner on the other… we are journeying to the big island where the world is being born anew and all is well… the pilot comes on after we hear the familiar ding to fasten our seatbelts solemnly saying that we are going down… in that instant, the plane nosedives and we are plunging into a watery grave and in this moment the most grounded peace and feeling of equanimity, love and gratitude 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 in paradise…

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thank you

i love you

please forgive me

i’m sorry

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may this chant of purification lighten us all…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 159 – 5/24/2019

Named Mystical May 24 Alaska Buddha Bear

in stillness, we draw down the energy still radiating from last saturday’s full buddhic moon and luxuriate in his blessings… in reverence, we deepen into Buddha’s call…

to greatly love

to gently live

to gracefully let go

i love the simplicity of what really matters… i love our sauntering in the world at this vibration… i love our syncing into the stillpoint at this frequency of greatly, gently and gracefully loving, living and letting go… i love seeing, hearing, feeling our cosmos aglow with luminescent light of divine flow… thank you for taking this wild precious moment to harvest the bounty of what really matters and with this simple action we co-create heaven on earth…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 158 – 5/23/2019

Named Mystical May 23 Mystery Wonder

today, the pathless path transports me into the stillness in the tiny space of the heart, sacred place of boundless spaciousness where we float in timelessness, a place of ensoulment, perfect setting for the ebb tides, a resting securely in grandmother’s lap and as she rocks us, we come home to the heart where we can hear the soul song, spirit’s call to take another step on the rainbow trail sauntering toward ultima thule, the great beyond, the quantum field of oneness, of unity, of divinely embodied presence…

i included this quotation in yesterday’s post, it is even more present in the rhythm of today, so here again…

“A child’ s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood. If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout their life.”
~ Rachael Carson ~

here’s to our all being rebels refusing to let our wonder be dimmed,  always on the lookout for awesomeness…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 157 – 5/22/2019

Named Mystical May 22 Rainbowmaker Wanderer of Wonder

walking the rainbow trail today

being the center in a sacred way

weaving a radiant web of love

encircling earth below and sky above

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it is the 22nd and 22 is the number of grace and may is the moon of miracles, a sacred space of re-membering who we are… as wanderers of wonder, weavers of rainbow joy, let us wave our rainbow wands over all our relations gifting all with openhearted, trusting wonder…

“A child’ s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood. If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout their life.”

~ Rachael Carson ~