“I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star…” ~ Rumi ~

still under the radiation of the dark moon, now is the moment of eternity to dream of the seeds to plant, the seeds of the new moon, the potentials for the new year, the decade of the roaring twenties destiny and beyond…  like you, i’m an organic gardener of the heart intending on continuing to plant seeds of devotion and humility, peace and love , joy and harmony, beauty and liberation and wisdom and simplicity…  what seeds will you be planting and cultivating and watering with love?

as i dream riotously in the underground, just as i can see the sunflower seeds in full bloom, i also see the blossoming of an intention and commitment to be in wholehearted communion with the cosmos as i wander in wonder in every moment being more and more loving presence and more and more trust and more and more surrender or softening into what is… here in the dream lodge, the cave of the womb of inner knowing  where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… everything shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… dormancy deepens trust in invisible flowering already organically unfolding in the rhythm of beloved…

how magnetic is this pathless path, this totally awesome weaving of the web of life by grandmother spider who’s breathed into form/formlessness by great mystery…

“All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. … Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn’t, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn’t. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it…” ~ Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge

as we take true refuge more and more in the moment of eternity where we are everything simply by being in the moment… where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… true refuge deepens trust in the invisible flowering already organically unfolding in rhythm with beloved…

“…help me to live this day quietly, peacefully. To lean upon Thy great strength trustfully, restfully. To wait for the unfolding of Thy will patiently, serenely. To meet others peacefully, joyously…” ~ St Francis ~