i ventured on a re-treat this week to tune into the cosmic hum, that secret song of source singing through us and i real -eyes two years ago on this very week, i also went on a retreat to be one with dolphins, to attune to their sonic field, to drink in the dream of their soul songs and what a delight to have these melodies flowing through the ocean of being, these haunting melodies of re-membering, these beautiful sounds of silence transporting us home sacredly, secretly, silently, softly, surrenderedly, synchronisticly to the place of true belonging, the stillpoint of creation where there’s only the dance of the sounds of silence… i was about to say that the outer world circumstances were so different two years ago and then i re-member the day before i landed a volcano had started erupting so that we were also in such a moment of uncertainty and wondering what’s going on which calls for deep listening…
trees dancing… birds singing,,, winds whispering… leaves rustling… stars sparkling… clouds floating… water falling home… planets orbiting… cats purring…. pots and pans banging welcoming workers home… people singing… gaia’s heartbeat pulsing… flowing in the rhythm of the cosmic hum… listening, listening, listening to the heartsong which reminds that the world doesn’t come to an end, energy isn’t created or destroyed, it is transmuted and the hum sings to relax into this great turning, to go with the flow down, down, down into the ocean’s core, the stillpoint where all is well, peaceful and serene…
still in the radiation of the super full moon of enlightenment and in the unitve field of silent re-treat, it seems appropriate to close this peace in the manner His Holiness opens each day and may we all join in and take this as our purpose for these times…
May I Be A Guide
May I be a guard for those who need protection
A guide for those on the path
A boat, a raft, a bridge for those who wish to cross the flood
May I be a lamp in the darkness
A resting place for the weary
A healing medicine for all who are sick
A vase of plenty, a tree of miracles
And for the boundless multitudes of living beings
May I bring sustenance and awakening
Enduring like the earth and the sky
Until all beings are free from sorrow
And all are awakened.