Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 353 – 12/4/2021

blessings beloveds, safe passage on the deep sea journey…

awakening butterflies

greet this moment of eternity

breathe in and breathe out

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animated motion

in still wave’s sacred center

breathe in and breathe out

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walking through shadows

surrendering to the unknown

breathe in and breathe out

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enter deep mystery

trusting everything is unfolding for our benefit

breathe in and breathe out

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a wing, a prayer

carrying us  all to there

breathe in and breathe out

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light, radiant light

at the end of each dark night

breathe in and breathe out

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we are home sweet home now

welcome to the other shore

breathe in and breathe out

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always breathing in and breathing out through the core…

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ah, today was moving day with the rains mostly holding off and things flowing smoothly until it was time for internet/phone installation which didn’t happen… even this glitch in being able to connect with the outer world comes to be seen as blessing/blissing which opens interbeing to a more expansive and deepened appreciation of simply what is, to those whispered words of wisdom to let it be… deep peace of the flowing river…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 352 – 12/3/2021

the awakening of the rainbow light of awareness is the beautiful moment when the central sun breaks free within illuminating the soul’s journey on the pathless path…

on this last full day of being in my nest of the last seven years, i begin in a soulful space of tears for this moment of eternity coming to an end to be reborn as? a few hours later, the packers arrive to pack up my life and find my things to be very interesting – oh the stories each treasure could tell this team of young men which transports my re-membering dreams/waking reality of buddhic beings filling life so richly with their unbounded, joyful exuberance of peaceful presence, yes, as the outer day breaks so, too, is the inner day with a dream of a masculine presence knocking on my door and coming in… i want to show “vesselman” that i have his trilogy of books but i cannot find them in my bookcase and vesselman brushes aside my search saying he was here to connect with my energy and with that we touched fingertips together and a thousand bolts of lightning went through me with every cell humming powerfully and when i looked down at my body it was simply rainbow light as in this image; my longing to live simply and free mirrors today once everything was packed away in boxes and a little jingle arises in me…

live simply, live free, live in open, spacious reality

die to the old, birth in the new

enter the cave of dreaming womb, transmuting seed into radiant bloom

flowering now in a garden of delight, greeting this day of joyous light

i so love dwelling in this spacious field of gold rainbow light and receiving this gift of a golden key of life – to live simply, to live free, to live in open, spacious reality – has been re-joy-sing me all day long prompting the re-membering of an old shaker song arising from the same open source…

‘Tis the gift to be simple,
’tis the gift to be free,
’tis the gift to come down
where we ought to be,
and when we find ourselves in the place just right,
’twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained
to bow and to bend we shan’t be ashamed,
to turn, turn, will be our delight
till by turning, turning we come round right.

on this anniversary of the fourteenth moonth of your birth coinciding with my almost fledging and almost total soular eclipse and new moon, thank you, chase the rainbow, for stopping the world and inviting our meeting each moment fully, greeting each moment with aloha spirit and staying nestled in downy nests in the dream cave of beloved grandmother spider where in the spaciousness of timelessness we are given the gift of co-weaving the world with wisdom and wonder… blessed be…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 351 – 12/2/2021

“let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth”

~ Hafiz ~

synchronisticly, Oregon’s state logo, She Flies with Her Own Wings, is  a perfect turn of phrase for  this moment of eternity when i am about to fledge from a nest that’s been home to me for a seven year cycle and this fledging to occur on the day of the total soular eclipse… this moment is also one of slowing down, turning inward and deepening into the watery depths to take this moment to bathe in the illumination of the central sun within, and luxuriate in her nourishing radiance…

like my state, this moment i’m flying on inner wings across a timeless landscape drawing down and up the energy of the self organizing intelligence of the cosmos, of the implicate order to open our heart circle ever wider to the flow of compassion and lovingkindness that is the very air we breathe…

will everyone join in a moment of gathering the quintessence and our attention and intention in a moment of silent metta, lovingkindness, emanating and radiating from the deep inner ground of being?

may we return to this mantra in sync with our ultradian rhythms which occur every ninety minutes or so and harmonize our nervous system with its natural healing cycle…

may we all be filled with lovingkindness

may we all feel safe and at ease

may we all accept ourselves just as we are

may we all be deep peace

how delighted am i to continue wandering in wonder and awe in the outer and inner dream caves, the stillpoint of creation, the silence of the tiny space of the heart that is breaking wide open in this beautiful moment of presence, of be here now, now here, no where, everywhere in the timeless zone where we are all gathered in the one sacred heart out beyond and deep within…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 350 – 12/1/2021

 “Our greatest endeavor in this life must be to make ourselves irreplaceable, so that no one else can fill the gap that will be left when we die. Each of us is unique and irreplaceable; our soul that is, not simply our life.”

~ Miguel de Unamuno ~

welcome to one of my favorite of the moons – deepening december where we extend our roots ever more deeply into the earth and sky and soul and spirit of our interbeing…. today’s picture honors a wise elder who transitioned two years ago on the day before the day of mourning/thanksgiving day in the usa… known as a “Living Treasure” by her tribe, the Confederated Tribes of Siletz, and as a “Living Cultural Legend” by the Oregon Council of the Arts, Grandmother Agnes Baker-Pilgrim as an ambassador for our earthmother touched and touches the lives of people from many lands, helping us remember sacred ways of living… listen to this irreplaceable soul’s message from seven years ago…

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“I’ve been talking about Water around the world for about 15 years.

The Creator called upon me to be a Voice for the Voiceless and for a long time I didn’t know what that meant.  But then I hit upon that one of those, that needs our voice, is Water.

And spirit said, all humans came from water in the amniotic sac of our mother’s womb and that Water is our first medicine. We are to take care of it and guard it . Not just for now but for seven generations to come in the unborn.

Water is very sacred. We are all born in water. We have an obligation to take care of it.

75% of our bodies are made of water. There’s water in our blood, water in our tears, water in our spit,  and water in our brain. The brain has zillions of cells and each one needs to be coated with water.  The elements that are in good water are what we need to oil our joints. If you’re an elder like me you listen, so you can have those elements flowing through your body.

And I found out water can hear. So talk to the water inside of you and thank it for your life. When I use water — whether I’m  drinking it or cooking with it, taking a shower, washing my hands, washing my clothes, brushing my teeth of flushing the toilet… Wherever I use water, I bless it.

I believe that if you do a ritual with water every morning and thank it for your life – even if you do that for two weeks – you will find a difference in your body.

Here  I am going on 90 years. Water keeps me agile and strong and well because when I drink my water I tell it, “I love you! Do whatever you need to do to take care of my body. You know your job and I will always bless you.”

When I’m standing in the shower, “Bless me. I love you.”

When I’m driving my car over a bridge of water anywhere in the world I say, “Bless you water. Thank you for all that live in you and drink from your banks.” And I thank it in that way.

When I’m in an airplane and I look out the window and see lakes and rivers and oceans, I bless the water.  I thank it for taking care of the habitat and the whales and all those that are out in the water. Us humans, us two-leggeds are the caretakers of this planet.  It is our job.

A long time ago the Beloved Creator woke me in the Dreamtime and he said, “Go and be this Voice for the water.  Tell everyplace you go about water, that it is our first medicine.”

Everybody has to take care of the water. Not for the adults so much, but for the children that are going to come after you and for the next seven generations of the unborn.

Water should be everyone’s concern. Without water we all die. All life dies. Water is precious.

I pray that whoever sees this, that you too will take care of your Mother Earth wherever you live and you will care for the water that surrounds you and the water that is within you.

Thank water for your life.

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in this moment of eternity sharing the astonishing light of interbeing, there is another to be honored for sixty-six years ago today, Rosa Parks, another wise and adventurous rebellious spirit stood in a state infamously known for racism and acted from a stance of quantum love holding nothing back when she refused to move to the back of the bus, an action which galvanized a yearlong community boycott and ushered in a new chapter on the freedom road…

courageously asserting and honoring all peoples’ inalienable rights, Rosa was not the first to be arrested on a bus nor was it her first act of resistance against second-class citizenship; Rosa symbolized the black community’s refusal to be pushed around. Her aim was both local and global – to end all oppression. 382 days later, Montgomery buses were integrated and a young Baptist minister, Martin Luther King, Jr would emerge as the leader of the civil rights movement inspiring us to keep moving onward and reminding us that only light drives out darkness and only love drives out hate… thousand fold thanks and deep bows for all the irreplaceable souls who listen deeply and follow their weird, their genius and weave a culture of care and compassion, a world of peace built on justice and guided by love…