every outbreath, an emptying… every inbreath, a re-membering…

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This is how you change
when you go to the orchard
where the heart opens:

you become
fragrance and the light
that burning oil gives off,

long strands of grieving hair, lion
and at the same time, gazelle.

You’re walking alone without feet,
as riverwater does.

The taste of a wine that is bitter and sweet,
seen and unseen, neither wet nor dry,
like Jesus reaching to touch.

A new road appears without desirous imagining,
inside God’s breath, empty, where you quit saying
the name and there’s no distance,
no calling dove-coo.

A window, a wild rose at the field’s edge,
you’ll be me,
but don’t feel proud or happy.

Bend like the limb of a peach tree.
Tend those who need help.
Disappear three days with the moon.

Don’t pray to be healed, or look for evidence
of “some other world.”
You are the soul
and medicine for what wounds the soul.

~ Rumi ~

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walking the camino of peace has been such a deepening and widening of the heart of sky transporting me into a cave of illumination and silence and is a perfect prelude to the next adventures including leaving on a jet plane in a few hours to celebrate my mother’s ninety-fifth birthday and begin on friday  a week of climate action and forty days devoted to climate meditation. and saturday is the international day of peace and monday is equinox…

for the next week, i’ll be meeting you in the field out beyond and on the inner plane as i’ll be unplugged and tuning in through the ethers…

namaste’