Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 54 – 2/8/2022

welcome, welcome to day 10 of a season of peace with the sun still shining through the clouds in the energy of  rebirth and the riotous revolution of love stirring underneath in the river below the river…

like the wild geese i watch from my window, i am attempting to fly home to source and it is quite a struggle in this moment of eternity with so much turbulence in the outer world; this last moonth feels like the testing frequency has raised geometrically calling for more and more breathing through the central channel into the core of the earth body, both mine and our earthmother’s, to connect to the love everything is even in this momentwhen it seems so far away…

thank you, mother mary for the balmthis poem brings to weary muscles… breathing in, peace all around… breathing out, harmony at home… in, peace; out harmony…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 53 – 2/7/2022

“A person with ubuntu is open and available to others, affirming of others, does not feel threatened that others are able and good, for he or she has a proper self-assurance that comes from knowing that he or she belongs in a greater whole and is diminished when others are humiliated or diminished.”

~ Desmond Tutu ~

as we deepen into decolonizing this moon of bringing to light black history, i share some beautiful words from Archbisop Tutu’s granddaughter,Mungi Ngomane :

“Ubuntu is a way of life from which we can all learn. . . . Originating from a Southern African philosophy, it encompasses all our aspirations about how to live life well, together. We feel it when we connect with other people and share a sense of humanity; when we listen deeply and experience an emotional bond; when we treat ourselves and other people with the dignity they deserve. . . .

I was raised in a community that taught me ubuntu as one of my earliest lessons. My grandfather, Archbishop Desmond Tutu, explained the essence of ubuntu as, ‘My humanity is caught up, is inextricably bound up, in yours.’

In my family, we were brought up to understand that a person who has ubuntu is one whose life is worth emulating. The bedrock of the philosophy is respect, for yourself and for others. So if you’re able to see other people, even strangers,as fully human you will never be able to treat them as disposable or without worth. . . .Ubuntu teaches us to also look outside ourselves to find answers. It’s about seeing the bigger picture; the other side of the story. 

Ubuntu is about reaching out to our fellow men and women, through whom we might just find the comfort, contentment and sense of belonging we crave. Ubuntu tells us that individuals are nothing without other human beings. It encompasses everyone, regardless of race, creed or color. It embraces our differences and celebrates them.”

may we all live ubuntu and be walking invitations of ubuntu… I AM because WE ARE… and, may we affirm our dedication to cosmic stewardship of a world of peace built on justice for all guided by unconditional love for all our relations real-eye-sing there’s only one of us here and we depend on each other to interbe…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 52 – 2/6/2022

welcome to day 8 of a season of peace and this astonishing light of being moment of eternity in this moonth of black herstory and who better to first honor than Harriet Tubman with a Haiky and Tanka from the poet, Sonia Sanchez…

“1

Picture a woman
riding thunder on
the legs of slavery    …    

2

Picture her kissing
our spines saying no to
the eyes of slavery    …
    

3

Picture her rotating
the earth into a shape
of lives becoming    …    

4

Picture her leaning
into the eyes of our
birth clouds    …
    

5

Picture this woman
saying no to the constant
yes of slavery    …   

6

Picture a woman
jumping rivers her
legs inhaling moons    …  
  

7

Picture her ripe
with seasons of
legs    …   running    … 
   

8

Picture her tasting
the secret corners
of woods    …   

9

Picture her saying:
You have within you the strength,
the patience, and the passion
to reach for the stars,
to change the world    …   

10

Imagine her words:
Every great dream begins
with a dreamer    …    

11

Imagine her saying:
I freed a thousand slaves,
could have freed
a thousand more if they
only knew they were slaves
    …    

12

Imagine her humming:
How many days we got
fore we taste freedom 
   …    

13

Imagine a woman
asking: How many workers
for this freedom quilt    …  
  

14

Picture her saying:
A live runaway could do
great harm by going back
but a dead runaway
could tell no secrets    …   

15

Picture the daylight
bringing her to woods
full of birth moons    …   

16

Picture John Brown
shaking her hands three times saying:
General Tubman. General Tubman. General Tubman.

17

Picture her words:
There’s two things I got a
right to: death or liberty    …   

18

Picture her saying no
to a play called Uncle Tom’s Cabin:
I am the real thing    …    

19

Picture a Black woman:
could not read or write
trailing freedom refrains    …   

20

Picture her face
turning southward walking
down a Southern road    …    

21

Picture this woman
freedom bound    …    tasting a
people’s preserved breath    …    

22

Picture this woman
of royalty    …    wearing a crown
of morning air    …    

23

Picture her walking,
running, reviving
a country’s breath    …
    

24

Picture black voices
leaving behind
lost tongues   …”

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 51 – 2/5/2022

today was a day of peace action with rallies around the world to demand an end to the drumbeat of war with Russia over Ukraine and to hold teach-ins around the country to resist the normalization of war and demand that not a single bullet or gun be sent to Ukraine and no new troops or arms to Eastern Europe – we must use diplomacy and negotiation and stop the drumbeat of war…. in this moment of eternity, let us surrender and soften into the embrace of the sheltering arms of the cosmic ree of life breathing into our bellies, sacred space of wisdom and stillpoint of peace, on the seventh day of celebrating a season of peace…

“Peace to all beings
Whether near or far
Known or unknown
Real or imaginary
Visible or invisible
Born or yet to be born.
May all beings
Be well and happy
And free from fear.

Peace to all beings
Within and beyond the imagination
In the world of ideas
In the world of memories
And in the world of dreams.
May all beings
Be well and happy
And free from fear.

Peace in all elements
Of earth, air, fire and water
Fulfilled in space
Peace.

Peace in all universes
From the smallest cells in our bodies
To the greatest galaxies in space
Peace
And light rising

Peace to all beings
Within each being here
To those beings that have been in the past
And to those beings that are yet to be in the future
May all beings
Within each being here
Be well and happy
And free from fear.”

(Buddhist Prayer)

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on this day of peace, re-membering the quintessential peace pilgrims, thanks be for our tuning into the timeless frequency of being peace in this moment, in every moment of eternity…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 50 – 2/4/2022

welcome to day 6 of a season of peace… come sit with me here in the field out beyond taking in the beauty of this moment of eternity…

it is said it only takes 144,000 sentient beings to hear the call and turn toward el canto hondo, the deep soul song, the dream of the earth to establish a re-newed paradigm of reality singing in the frequency of harmony throughout the ocean of being…

how i love meeting you in this field of what we deeply value, this sacred space of interconnectedness…

here, we witness and celebrate this collective hearing and following the call to come back home to spirit, to dissolve into spirit, to be so at one with spirit that all borders vanish… we are present as love, the animating energy of all that is, the saving grace that simply opens the door to love… trusting that in this surrendering, this softening, this turning toward pachamama, the unifying spirit breathing all our relatives alive, we are transported to the stillpoint, the place of creation where the dance of the new begins…

in this moment of eternity as we return home to spirit and dissolve into be so at one that all borders vanish between me and thee, we come in gratitude offering our pains and suffering to be used as compost to nourish the earth… we come as love, the animating energy of all that is and knock on the door asking this door to open to love, simply open… in this trusting, this surrendering, this turning we are transported to the stillpoint where the dance begins, yes, we’re coming back…

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“…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~

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 49 – 2/3/2022

what a day of re-membering how true these words are… what a miracle to meet each moment fully, how this moment opens us to a new world populated with the  dreams great mystery sings through us, these precious dreams we receive mindfully when we are open and present to deeply listening… i’m still feeling the rhythm of a new beginning and attending to what dreams are quietly forming in the river below the river… so, i turn to the celtic bard of blessing , John O’Donahue, and his poem for mothers-to-be which i see broadly as all mothers of invention, all dreamers of dreams…

“Nothing could have prepared your heart to open like this.

From beyond the skies and the stars
This echo arrived inside of you and started to pulse with life
Each beat a tiny act of growth,
Traversing all our ancient shapes,
On its way home to itself.

Once it began, you were no longer your own.
A new, more courageous you, offering itself
In a new way to a presence you can sense
But you have not seen or known.

It has made you feel alone
In a way you never knew before;

Everyone else sees only from the outside
What you feel and feed with every fiber of your being.

Never have you traveled farther inward
Where words and thoughts become half-­light
unable to reach the fund of brightness
Strengthening inside the night of your womb.

Like some primeval moon,
Your soul brightens
The tides of essence
That flow to your child.

You know your life has changed forever,
For in all the days and years to come,
Distance will never be able to cut you off
From the one you now carry
For nine months under your heart.

May you be blessed with quiet confidence
That destiny will guide you and mind you.

May the emerging spirit of your child
Imbibe encouragement and joy
From the continuous music of your heart,
So that it can grow with ease,
Respectant of wonder and welcome when its form is fully filled

And it makes it journey out
To see you and settle at last
Relieved and glad in your arms.

~

thanks be for our dreams being birthed and coming alive as we celebrate today sixteen months with chasing the rainbow…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 48 – 2/2/2022

on this powerful portal moment of eternity – 2.2.22 at 2:22 – when we celebrate pachamama for the fertle and abundant gifts she offers in a stady stream and while lunar new year is still being celebrated, what an auspicious moment to feature Thay’s parallel verses (pictured above) which he would write as a theme for the new year… how i love this theme as harmony and peace are two of my favorite words, ways of being with harmony at home connoting being at home in oneself and peace being in harmony throughout our interbeing… below is posted excerpts from a letter written to Thay on the eve of Tet….

“In this sacred moment on the eve of the Lunar New Year of the Tiger, 2022, coming home to our mindful breathing, we are aware that you are here with us. 

You have brought us to life and have nurtured us on this beautiful planet. Although we may still be unskillful, still cause harm to ourselves and mother Earth, nevertheless we are beginning to see a path of practice to transform. We are aware that love, understanding and the deep aspiration to go together as a river enables us to enrich our lives and protect our beautiful planet.

Dear Respected Thay, you are a beautiful continuation of spiritual and blood ancestors across the ages, like a lotus in a sea of humanity. In your whole life of practice you have made an infinite contribution towards peace in ourselves and peace in the world. You encourage us to come home to ourselves, to be present for one another, to be as one body, to breathe as one body, and to go together as a river. You bridge differences and fill chasms, and always find the most beautiful gems in each culture and in each faith in order to enrich our path of practice, and inspire in us a direction and a course of action to take so that we can contribute to humanity’s collective wisdom, so that Buddha Maitreya—the Buddha of Love—can manifest each day in the form of a sangha.

Dear Thay, as we end the year, and as your physical body may play hide and seek, we give ourselves permission to grieve, to cry and to remember you. At the same time we come home to the present moment, looking deeply to recognize you in each brother and each sister, each flower bud and new leaf, in each passing cloud and beautiful walking path—in the many wonders of life. Some of us have been your life-long students, some have been to retreats, some have read your books, and some may have never met you but have spent moments enjoying a cup of tea in silence or admiring nature’s beauty with clear eyes—in one way or another, we know you, Thay, and we can recognize you in our very own practice. 

Look again, you will see me in you and in every leaf and flower bud
If you call my name, you will see me right away

This is how we, both Teacher and student, can enter the country of the present moment. We will breath together mindfully, walk together mindfully so that we can see that Thay is with us in every moment of our daily life. We all have the shared pain of missing Thay. At the same time, we all trust that we will meet Thay in the many different manifestations of life. , and not only in our own hearts of compassion and hands of action, but also in the hearts of compassion and hands of action of people all over the world. And we know that in this moment, we are meeting the spring with Thầy.

Dear Thay, dear Mother Earth, dear ancestors, on the eve of the Lunar New Year, we promise that in the Year of the Tiger, 2022, we will practice to bring harmony and joy into our homes and our sanghas, and to be like bees in a beehive, or cells in one body. We promise to cultivate openness, to practice deep listening and compassionate speech so that we can communicate easily with members of our family, sangha or workplace. We promise to cultivate the insight of interbeing so that there is harmony in the home and peace all around. We promise to see the sangha’s happiness as our own happiness. Living the insight of interbeing, we can ensure a brighter future for our descendants here on Earth.

We promise to practice for you—our spiritual and blood ancestors—and for our descendants, so that joy, peace and love can be possible again on earth. Please protect us and be our witness as we make these aspirations.”

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 47 – 2/1/2022

what a confluence of riches today…  the first day of the moon of fledging february and it’s imbolc, the first day of the new year of the ancient earth rhythms calendar and it’s the first day of chinese new year celebrations and the first day of black history month and the third day of a season of peace… still in the energy of the potent new moon on this day of imbolc, in the belly, it’s a beautiful moment of eternity to plant new seeds and to check on those already planted… let us honor our new beginning with our soul’s intention for deepening and expansion… in our new life, we commit our energy to… peace, love and joy thanking beloved for carrying us across the wild deep blue sea of clouds that never die to a shore we cannot see, trusting beloved to transport us into the true refuge of great mystery…

in this moment of new beginning, as we see and bee a just world of love and peace, let us close this ceremony with a favorite poem, this one penned by the poet/painter who only wanted to paint sunlight on the walls of life, Lawrence Ferlinghetti…

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Instructions to Painters and Poets

“I asked a hundred painters and a hundred poets
how to paint sunlight
on the face of life
Their answers were ambiguous and ingenious
as if they were all guarding trade secrets
Whereas it seems to me
all you have to do
is conceive of the whole world
and all humanity
as a kind of art work
a site-specific art work
an art project of the god of light
the whole earth and all that’s in it
to be painted with light

And the first thing you have to do
is paint out postmodern painting
And the next thing is to paint yourself
in your true colors
in primary colors
as you see them
(without whitewash)
paint yourself as you see yourself
without make-up
without masks

Then paint your favorite people and animals
with your brush loaded with light
And be sure you get the perspective right
and don’t fake it
because one false line leads to another

And then paint the high hills
when the sun first strikes them
on an autumn morning
With your palette knife
lay it on
the cadmium yellow leaves
the ochre leaves
the vermillion leaves
of a New England autumn
And paint the ghost light of summer nights
and the light of the midnight sun
which is moon light

And don’t paint out the shadows made by light
for without chiaroscuro you’ll have shallow pictures
So paint all the dark corners too
everywhere in the world
all the hidden places and minds and hearts
which light never reaches
all the caves of ignorance and fear
the pits of despair
the sloughs of despond
and write plain upon them
“Abandon all despair, ye who enter here”

And don’t forget to paint
all those who lived their lives
as bearers of light
Paint their eyes
and the eyes of every animal
and the eyes of beautiful women
known best for the perfection of their breasts
and the eyes of men and women
known only for the light of their minds
Paint the light in their eyes
the light of sunlit laughter
the song of eyes
the song of birds in flight

And remember that the light is within
if it is anywhere
and you must paint from the inside
Start with purity
with pure white
the pure white of gesso
the pure white of cadmium white
the pure white of flake white
the pure virgin canvas
the pure life we all begin with

Turner painted sunlight
with egg tempera
(which proved unstable)
and Van Gogh did it with madness
and the blood of his ear
(also unstable)
and the Impressionists did it
by never using black
and the Abstract Expressionists did it
with white house paint

But you can do it with the pure pigment
(if you can figure out the formula)
of your own true light
But before you strike the first blow
on the virgin canvas
remember its fragility
and remember its innocence
its original innocence
before you strike the first blow

Or perhaps never strike it
And let the light come through
the inner light of the canvas
the inner light of the models posed
in the life study the inner light of everyone
Let it all come through
like a pentimento
the light that’s been painted over
the life that’s been painted over
so many times
Let it all surge to the surface
the painted-over image
of primal life on earth

And when you’ve finished your painting
stand back astonished
stand back and observe
the life on earth that you’ve created
the lighted life on earth
that you’ve created
a new brave world”

my soul honors your soul/our soul… i honor the place in you/in us where the infinite resides. i honor the light, love, truth, beauty, joy and peace within you/within us…

namaste, beloveds…