we are a pilgrim people, poets on a journey, a caravan of re-joy-sing, a journeying peace corps, with a deep abiding peace solid in our core, peace built with poetic justice guided by love, a love more powerful than any other force, a love that flows directly from source… so, let us come together, pilgrims of peace, to create beloved community, by being love with every breath, to create a world where all our relations experience heaven on earth, with everyone in the circle of love, flowing in rhythm like the angels above, dancing arm in arm under our central sun, singing the truth that we are one… yes, singing the truth that we are won…
Monthly Archives: July 2019
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 206 – 7/10/2019
Inner silence works from the moment you begin to accrue it. What the old sorcerers were after was the final dramatic, end result of reaching that individual threshold of silence. Some very talented practitioners need only a few minutes of silence to reach that coveted goal. Others, less talented, need long periods of silence, perhaps more than one hour of quietude, before they reach the desired result. The desired result is what the old sorcerers called “stopping the world”, the moment when everything around us ceases to be what it’s always been. This is the moment when sorcerers return to the TRUE nature of man. The old sorcerers always called it “total freedom”
Don Juan (Carlos Castanada)~
in this moon of going within to truth, of dwelling in an upended world, i see, hear, feel, be and live more and more in graceland, in the sacred space beyond words, in the joyous radiance of the silent heart overflowing with compassion…
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The world… has forgotten the joys of silence, the peace of solitude which is necessary, to some extent, for the fullness of human living. Not all… are called to be hermits, but all… need enough silence and solitude in their lives to enable the deep inner voice of their own true self to be heard at least occasionally. When that inner voice is not heard, when man cannot attain to the spiritual peace that comes from being perfectly at one with his own true self, his life is always miserable and exhausting. For he cannot go on happily for long unless he is in contact with the springs of spiritual life which are hidden in the depths of his own soul. If man is constantly exiled from his own home, locked out of his own spiritual solitude, he ceases to be a true person… He becomes a kind of automaton, living without joy because he has lost his spontaneity. He is no longer moved from within, but only from outside himself.
Thomas Merton
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 205 – 7/9/2019
how i love this this seventh month of joyous july as 7 is such a number of spirit and vibrates at a frequency of receptivity, intuition, divine feminine… energies that pull us magnetically inside to mine the jewels lodged in deep cavernous space in the ground of being… i love at the halfway mark of the year recapitulating journeying january, the dreaming moon, with july being the re-treating ourselves moon, another space of pregnant pause to explore inner terrain and listen for the voice of the great mother whispering words of wisdom, mothering the peace that passeth ordinary understanding, the peace that births a courageous new world of harmony…
perhaps you are feeling as i am today, a little wobbly, a little off kilter, a little ungrounded… a perfect moment to come together and SMILE (Start My Internal Love Engine), take a few deep breaths into our belly and reach out our hands to one another passing the love we are from one to another to another to another and with each passing of the peace, our voltage is raised exponentially so that we see and feel the beauty we are….
behind us, before us, below us, above us, surrounding us, within us… simply, beautiful blessing with every breath…
thank you for pausing in the center together…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 204 – 7/8/2019
on this day of more and more people coming into the streets to stand with and for those who are running to freedom, please join me in breathing in Grandmother Flordemayo’s immigration journey of six decades ago that transports us into the experience of a child… a tale still so painful, she could only say it to her daughter to spread to the world…
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“HEATHER, I NEED TO STOP AND GO AND WASH MY FACE I NEED TO PUT WATER ON ALL OF MY EMOTIONS THAT I FEEL THIS TOPIC IS TOO PAINFUL TO WRITE ABOUT
Yesterday when you asked me to write something it was the day of Ajmaq a day of forgiveness. I prayed all day on the meaning of forgiveness. A child migrating to this country . How do you forgive persecution, injustice, abuse,human rights violations, ignorance,prejudice, belittlement, pain, isolation, not having a voice, and a language barrier? The right of expression, the need of compassion, the warmth of an understanding human, we do not understand why we are being treated like this. ‘We are at the mercy of God and pray someone hears your prayers’
The other day the day of Noj. The day of knowing I pray to all the people around the globe that they receive the liberation and the freedom that they need.
Even now sixty years later. I have a difficult time speaking about this journey without all of the emotions that are in my heart. I was a child when my mother told us we are going to the United States . I only had a few days before we left . My mind and my emotions were frozen. I could not even ask a question. The wonder of it all was incomprehensible. I remember those moments in time moving as if in slow motion. I looked around at the beauty of my surroundings the green plants the warm temperature the voice of my brothers and sisters. I remember my moms demeanor in her face was without expression. The night before we left no one slept. I was woken up in the cool midnight walking to the bus-stop. We boarded in the early morning hour with a ride to Managua, Nicaragua. That was the moment my journey started. My body was use to the mountain air and surroundings. I found myself in a city that was totally different busy with cars, people all around me, noise and the temperature was so hot. All I could do is hold my moms hand very tight. We stayed that night at my moms friends house to leave the next morning. We flew from Managua to Miami to La Guardia airport in NYC. My mind went into another transition. That became imprinted in my heart. The reality of my home, my town was all gone it was like it only existed in my mind.
I often asked my mom before she passed. I was younger than 17 years old
“Mama why did we come to the US her answer was always the same
Hija (daughter)
I wanted you to have a better life
We have no rights in Central America we as women
We cannot say NO to sex
We cannot say how many children we want to have
We cannot speak and express our thoughts
We have No rights to an education
We cannot say NO to all of the domestic and field work that we do
We cannot say NO to cooking and looking for food
We have no rights on what clothing we want to wear
We are under the domination of someone elseMy mom said
I brought you here to have a better life than mine
I had NO rights as a women in Central America NO rights at all
So we run- run — run— to find freedomLove and Light,
Grandmother Flordemayo”~
may these words soften the hardhearted freeing us all…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 203 – 7/7/2019
Happy Global Wave of Peace and Love!
yes! it’s 7/7, Ringo’s 79th birthday and the day we celebrate the astonishing light of our being and what a week of astonishingly intense light…
may we all take this moment to SMILE and be peace and love for all there is, is love…
and, yes, dear Rumi, i awaken today with a song flowing through…
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Beloved , i hear you call my name
singing softly the same refrain
come back, come back, return to me
living in our one heart in harmony
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i love this this seventh day of the seventh month of joyous july as 7 is a number of spirit vibrating at a frequency of receptivity, intuition and divine feminine… energies pulling us magnetically inside to mine the jewels lodged in the deep cavernous space in the ground of being… i love our being at the halfway mark of the year recapitulating journeying january, the dreaming moon, with july being the re-treating into ourselves moon, another space of pregnant pause to explore inner terrain and listen for the voice of the great mother whispering words of wisdom, mothering the peace that passeth ordinary understanding, the peace that births a courageous new world of radical harmony and joy and peace and love and generosity …
deep peace of luminous flowing grace…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 202 – 7/6/2019
i love this picture of the Dalai Lama as a child and i love taking the occasion of his 84th birthday to celebrate his powerful planetary presence with a few of his inspiring words…
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“Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others; to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit others as much as I can.”
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yes, may we all breathe in his blessings of gratitude, compassion and service deeply through our one heart… tonight, i traveled by livestream to be with the Dalai Lama in India for his birthday celebration… what a huge gathering vibrating at the frequency of joy and love, such a visceral experience of peace…
i’d like to close with a few more words from His Holiness, words he said as he was leaving Portalandia following an Earth Summit back in 2013…
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“I’m always mentioning that mentally, emotionally and physically we are the same human being. So the potential which I have and that I use – you also have that same potential. You must realize that potential and utilize that potential as much as you can. Then you will be a happy person and live a meaningful life.”
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Happy Birthday! May you continue to live for a very long time being compassionate presence and may we give you what you said would be the best birthday gift – to practice your three commitments of wherever we are creating an atmosphere of compassion, a society of compassion; of being harmony and of sharing the ancient and useful Tibetan knowledge of Nalanda …
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 201 – 7/5/2019
“When we strive to make our lives, every thought, word and action, a living Wopida, we are given a great spiritual gift. For whenever our soul and the inmost chambers of our heart are filled with thanksgiving and gratitude it also naturally becomes filled with compassion, love, understanding, forgiveness, joy, happiness and oneness. When our lives are centered in this State of Consciousness, there is no room left for the experience of fear, hate, prejudice, revenge, jealousy, loneliness and disunity. There is no room for anything that separates ourselves and our oneness with our Beloved Creator, our Human Family and all Life, seen and unseen.” – Hereditary Chief, Phil Lane Jr.
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on the heels of celebrating the USA’s Independence Day as Interdependence Day, a day which our cosmos needs to live everyday to heal the turbulence of war, famine, homelessness, climate destruction and unprecedented inequality… it is incumbent on all our relations to re-member the road to liberation, the path of liberty and justice for all is the way of interdependence, of real-eye-sing we are one… here now the 1992 Declaration of Interdependence delivered at the Earth Summit in Rio…
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THIS WE KNOW
We are the earth, through the plants and animals that nourish us.
We are the rains and the oceans that flow through our veins.
We are the breath of the forests of the land, and the plants of the sea.
We are human animals, related to all other life as descendants of the firstborn cell.
We share with these kin a common history, written in our genes.
We share a common present, filled with uncertainty.
And we share a common future, as yet untold.
We humans are but one of thirty million species weaving the thin layer of life enveloping the world.
The stability of communities of living things depends upon this diversity.
Linked in that web, we are interconnected — using, cleansing, sharing and replenishing the fundamental elements of life.
Our home, planet Earth, is finite; all life shares its resources and the energy from the sun, and therefore has limits to growth.
For the first time, we have touched those limits.
When we compromise the air, the water, the soil and the variety of life, we steal from the endless future to serve the fleeting present.THIS WE BELIEVE
Humans have become so numerous and our tools so powerful that we have driven fellow creatures to extinction, dammed the great rivers, torn down ancient forests, poisoned the earth, rain and wind, and ripped holes in the sky.
Our science has brought pain as well as joy; our comfort is paid for by the suffering of millions.
We are learning from our mistakes, we are mourning our vanished kin, and we now build a new politics of hope.
We respect and uphold the absolute need for clean air, water and soil.
We see that economic activities that benefit the few while shrinking the inheritance of many are wrong.
And since environmental degradation erodes biological capital forever, full ecological and social cost must enter all equations of development.
We are one brief generation in the long march of time; the future is not ours to erase.
So where knowledge is limited, we will remember all those who will walk after us, and err on the side of caution.THIS WE RESOLVE
All this that we know and believe must now become the foundation of the way we live.
At this turning point in our relationship with Earth, we work for an evolution: from dominance to partnership; from fragmentation to connection; from insecurity, to interdependence.~
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 200 – 7/4/2019
As we celebrate in the USA our Declaration of Independence (signed in 1776), we also affirm our fundamental Interdependence with fellow citizens of our community, our country and the planet. The first Declaration of Interdependence was written by Will Durant in 1944, and since then there have been many versions offered by different people and organizations. This affirmation written by Melanie Bacon is perfect for every day…
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We hold these truths to be self-evident:
That all life is interconnected, and endowed by our Creator with certain inalienable rights and responsibilities,
That among these are presence, compassion, and the pursuit of happiness.
That to secure these rights and responsibilities,We open our minds and hearts to the needs of others, and our own true needs,
We hear the sound of the living universe in our ears, and add our voices to the song,
We live every moment with awareness of the purity and power of existence.
And for the support of this Declaration, we pledge to each other our love and our breath,
For the freedom of the one is the freedom of the all, and the pain of the one is the pain of the all;
The breath of the one is the breath of the all, and the breath of the all is the breath of God.
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today, on this day of so much emotion, energy in motion, i re-member back to undergraduate days in the late sixties and early seventies when life was a running consciousness conversation with interdependence as one of our favorite musings… we were feeling the energy of oneness and interconnection, of ubuntu, a term appearing in South African sources back in the mid-nineteenth century…
i love the beautifully illustrative story of the anthropologist proposing a game to some children in an African tribe where he puts a basket of fruit near a tree telling them whoever gets there first wins the sweet fruits… so, he gives the signal to run and they all take each others hands and run together and then sit in a circle enjoying the treats… when questioned as to why they chose to run as a group, out of the mouths of babes poured wisdom… ubuntu, how can one of us be happy if all the rest are sad?
may we all live ubuntu… I AM because WE ARE… and, may we affirm our dedication to cosmic stewardship of a world of peace built on justice for all guided by unconditional love for all our relations real-eye-sing there’s only one of us here and we depend on each other to interbe…
shanti shanti shantihi…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 199 – 7/3/2019
on the eve of july 4th celebrations in the usa, i contemplate freedom re-membering so many profound words from Viktor Frankl, a being whose life was an unbroken contemplation on liberation… join me in bathing in this frequency, may our bathing flood the cosmos with wave after wave of liberating energy…
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Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.
We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.
For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth – that Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.
…never forget that we may also find meaning in life even when confronted with a hopeless situation, when facing a fate that cannot be changed… what then matters is to bear witness to the uniquely human potential at its best… to transform personal tragedy into triumph…
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Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 198 – 7/2/2019
ah yes, today is the extraordinary total soular eclipse of the new moon in cancer, a day we’ve been feeling coming on for so long and it shook my world…
although i wasn’t in totality today as i was 2 years ago when i took this picture, the effects were just as primal with a lucid dream portending the whole cosmos being shaken up and i had to call on Rumi…
“Every step of the way I will walk with you and never leave you stranded. The Beloved is in the midst of your seeking holding your hand wherever you wander.”
thank goodness for a supportive field in which to ground and for this poem of Maya Angelou’s, a favorite, reminding us that like the sun’s eclipse, we will also return to rise again and again…
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.