Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 243 – 8/15/2020

this image visits me frequently… in dreams, in waking moments, especially in a moment of turbulence such as our planet is in and on a day such as this, a day of slowing down and seeing inside, of hearing the call to rally for peace as we celebrate the assumption of mother mary sauntering along the rainbow trail, the path with heart, the pilgrimage of the soul, the pathless path…

the peace pilgrimage, the pathless path of soul takes courage, a heart letting go completely to soften into the call of the beloved trusting that in this surrender, the cosm, the cosmos will have our back…

“A true vocation requires shedding anything that would impede or obscure the call. A true pilgrimage requires letting go of the very things most people try to hold onto. In seeking after what the soul desires we become pilgrims with no home but the path the soul would have us follow.”
~ Michael Meade ~

rapidly, i’m approaching the three year anniversary of being called into the lion’s roar, into awakening, into the deepest initiation adventure of this incarnation, three turns around the sun of arriving, of  coming home into the present moment, the true self wholeheartedly with all the trillions and trillions of wild cells humming, embodying the frequency of soul…

which brings me back to this image of crossing to the other shore, a crossing so much of this incarnation has been about… over the last six months, everyone’s been invited to make this crossing and its taken on a deepened and expanded meaning… thich nhat hanh talks about when the boat people were leaving viet nam and facing turbulent seas, if one person could remain calm, they would stay aright… i take this on as a vow to be the person to stay calm in the storm trusting in the cosm always having our backs…

thank you for joining in solidarity as a rebel of love, a reveler of love, a revealer of love, a revolutionary of love taking courage in the dream of second coming, of all awakening in the promised land…

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.” ~ Rumi ~