welcome, welcome to day 50 of a season of peace, equinox and the day of 10 kan in the mayan calendar and the first day of the astrological calendar as the sun moves into aries…

thank you, beloved beauty, emissary of light for this stellar day, equinox being one of my favorites and made so much more special with its being the day of the feathered rainbow serpent, the day of awakening the kan energy, the chi, prana, kundalini, a day of syncing into stillness and being harmony in a culture deepening into lovingkindness, care and compassion…

i feel a moment of quaking at today’s call of the wild to defy gravity even more, to break my heart open wider – am i up for this adventure? yes, hell yes, i am made for this, we are made for this alchemizing, this transmuting of our illusion of certainty into flowing with what is… smiling and chanting thank you, thank you, thank you, i dive into the oceanic depths breathing through our one heart in the rhythm of the waves. in the stillness of deep mystery

according to pythia, psychedelphic rainbow serpent living in the deep waters of the heart of gaia, the great secret of life is to be perfectly still, slowing down to a standstill perfectly poised in peace, breathing into the belly and out through the crown resting more deeply with every breath in the stillpoint of creation where there’s only the dance of rainbow mystery calling us to join in moving in the rhythm that peace prevails on earth and begins with me and thee until we are one wave encircling the cosmos breathing and being peace in every cell and thought, word and deed… yes!

let us close this day of viral love in stillness and KEEPING QUIET with Pablo Neruda…

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Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.

For once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Fisherman in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.

Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.

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