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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 135 – 4/30/2022

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what a potent day with so much happening… the new moon in taurus with partial soular eclipse, it’s walpurgis eve, a night to go wild before celebrating bealltaine tomorrow, the fire festival and so much more but what stands out for me having been on regeneration re-treat to initiate a new cycle is just that – this broken record sings of starting anew, embracing our inner knowing and putting the old consciousness to rest in service to the true reality of living from love grounded in balance with the soul animated by spirit guiding the way on this the day we bless the space between us as we close the circle on another moonth (and, what a chaotic/creative moonth!) of turning around the sun…

we began this moon with the sun shining on aries, the start of the zodiacal year, as the ultimate pilgrim, the holy fool, set off on a new adventure, of coming home ever more deeply to the present moment by contemplating what’s been quietly forming in the background, what’s emerging now…

for me, at the end of this moon, the pathless path continues to be more and more mysterious in proportion with letting go to flow… this living more and more in the now takes heart, courage, it is a defying of gravity and moving into levity… and more and more, this pivotal moment of transition, of planetary initiation feels like a pregnancy coming to full term when the body so swollen finds it harder and harder to feel comfortable and it is the heart and the imagination that encourage with feelings and images of the beautiful birth following the quickening…

so, more than ever, let us all take this moment, this beautiful moment to bless this space between us we share… this deep space of mutation and transformation as we collectively journey in the dark, into the unknown and uncertain to gestate in the core of being, the womb of earthmother and listen, listen listen for her heart song, el canto hondo, the deep soul song of the cosmos calling us to reflect as we midwife an old/new heart consciousness to meet the crises, the dangers and opportunities of this extraordinary moment of eternity…

as great mystery hums our soul song through us, may we echo it to each other… to return, return, return to love by opening our one heart to divine flow’s breathing us, dreaming us,  singing us, praying us, dancing us, comforting us, supporting us, freeing us, animating us, blessing us, consecrating us rather than falling back or staying stuck in a reality of dominance that no longer exists…

yes, we are in transition with the old world collapsed and the new still forming, the caterpillar dissolved and the butterfly wings still wet in the womb… i feel more and more inarticulate in this moment when our language of the past does not meet the present now moment… it is as if it’s on the tip of consciousness and why it’s such balm to gather in the deep space between us with imaginal cells attenuated to el canto hondo, the deep impeded soul song singing us…

let us, meet this moment of uncertainty, of not knowing wholeheartedly and take up the cosmic call to transform our defense system into a sacred immune system supporting, regenerating a world of PEACE where we…

pick up our thread of the unraveled tapestry and dance rainbow mystery devotedly

love unconditionally more than ever before for the well being of all/ the wellbeing of our one heart…

enact revolutionary change so that justice rolls down like waters in a mighty stream that sings for the benefit of all…

come home to true refuge dwelling in our one heart with every breath and every step…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 134 – 4/29/2022

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on another day of celebrating and honoring the earth, happy next to last day of adventurous april, the day also celebrated as arbor day when we are re-joy-sing in the efforts of so many for so long to plant trees, amazing earth stewards of radical regeneration…

trees, our lungs of breath, teach us generosity as mothers of nourishment and fathers of support creating one vast network of trillions and trillions of roots intertwined as one, flooding the struggling with juice, receiving the dying standing talls’ marrow…

not i, only we, this network of generosity, this unfolding synarchy… let’s breathe in deeply filling ourselves with love and light with each inbreath and letting go/ surrendering/softening through our soles with each outbreath…

smiling, we sync deeper and deeper home with every breath being more and more relaxed and at ease and at home in the core of our bring, the wisdom center animating us…

  feeling our soles on the warm, mossy, forest floor, we sync into the soil below while our limbs are outstretched toward the sky… opening deeply to pure presence, we bathe in the stillness and dance in the forest grove…

let’s bow deeply to all our relations thanking each other for the sacred circle of life we are as we drop down a little deeper into the mystery of the great beyond on this night of the moon darkening, almost new closing with the words of Ranier Maria Rilke…

“I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that’s wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace…”

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 133 – 4/28/2022

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“Attempt what is not certain. Certainty may or may not come later.”

~ Richard Diebenkorn ~

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“One doesn’t arrive… by necessarily knowing where one is going… In every work of art something appears that does not previously exist, and so, by default, you work from what you know to what you don’t know.”

~Ann Hamilton~

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such an extraordinary moment we are in with our whole island home on pregnant pause,in the liminal space of a mutation cycle, a transformative collective initiation calling us into true reality where everything is uncertain and unknown and it’s still the moon of april, national poetry month, so i offer a posting so in sync with where we are now… some of the great Polish poet’s, Wislawa Szymborska, acceptance speech when she was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1996…

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“the poetics of not knowing

Inspiration is not the exclusive privilege of poets or artists generally. There is, has been, and will always be a certain group of people whom inspiration visits. It’s made up of all those who’ve consciously chosen their calling and do their job with love and imagination. It may include doctors, teachers, gardeners — and I could list a hundred more professions. Their work becomes one continuous adventure as long as they manage to keep discovering new challenges in it. Difficulties and setbacks never quell their curiosity. A swarm of new questions emerges from every problem they solve. Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.”

…I value that little phrase “I don’t know” so highly. It’s small, but it flies on mighty wings. It expands our lives to include the spaces within us as well as those outer expanses in which our tiny Earth hangs suspended. If Isaac Newton had never said to himself “I don’t know,” the apples in his little orchard might have dropped to the ground like hailstones and at best he would have stooped to pick them up and gobble them with gusto. Had my compatriot Marie Sklodowska-Curie never said to herself “I don’t know”, she probably would have wound up teaching chemistry at some private high school for young ladies from good families, and would have ended her days performing this otherwise perfectly respectable job. But she kept on saying “I don’t know,” and these words led her, not just once but twice, to Stockholm, where restless, questing spirits are occasionally rewarded with the Nobel Prize…”

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yes, may we earthlings consciously choose to follow the sacred calling of this moment to enter the inner wilder-ness of transformative imagination, of not knowing, of wondering for it is the surrender to not knowing that seeds our co-creation of a sustainable universe where all relatives flourish… strength and courage, beloveds!

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 132 – 4/27/2022

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circle of color

water flowing home to source

reflecting beauty

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on another day of celebrating the earth, i celebrate the earth people rising to stand for our first mother – water who is so in need of our changing our ways…

mni wiconi… mni wiconi… mni wiconi…

water is life… water is life… water is life…

calling us to stand in love for water

to awaken to the dream bubbling up from the river below

will you stand in praise and protection of water? will you awaken to the dream of our first mother available to all her children? will you join our dream of all our relations gathered in peace? will you join us? will you gather with us in peace to protect our sacred mother waters?

In Praise of Water

“Let us bless the grace of water:

The imagination of the primeval ocean
Where the first forms of life stirred
And emerged to dress the vacant earth
With warm quilts of color.

The well whose liquid root worked
Through the long night of clay,
Trusting ahead of itself openings
That would yet yield to its yearning
Until at last it arises in the desire of light
To discover the pure quiver of itself
Flowing crystal clear and free
Through delighted emptiness.

The courage of a river to continue belief
In the slow fall of ground,
Always falling farther
Toward the unseen ocean.

The river does what words would love,
Keeping its appearance
By insisting on disappearance;
Its only life surrendered
To the event of pilgrimage,
Carrying the origin to the end,

Seldom pushing or straining,
Keeping itself to itself
Everywhere all along its flow,
All at one with its sinuous mind,
An utter rhythm, never awkward,
It continues to swirl
Through all unlikeness,
With elegance:
A ceaseless traverse of presence
Soothing on each side
The stilled fields,
Sounding out its journey,
Raising up a buried music
Where the silence of time
Becomes almost audible.

Tides stirred by the eros of the moon
Draw from that permanent restlessness
Perfect waves that languidly rise
And pleat in gradual forms of aquamarine
To offer every last tear of delight
At the altar of stillness inland.

And the rain in the night, driven
By the loneliness of the wind
To perforate the darkness,
As though some air pocket might open
To release the perfume of the lost day
And salvage some memory
From its forsaken turbulence

And drop its weight of longing
Into the earth, and anchor.

Let us bless the humility of water,
Always willing to take the shape
Of whatever otherness holds it,

The buoyancy of water
Stronger than the deadening,
Downward drag of gravity,
The innocence of water,
Flowing forth, without thought
Of what awaits it,
The refreshment of water,
Dissolving the crystals of thirst.

Water: voice of grief,
Cry of love,
In the flowing tear.

Water: vehicle and idiom
Of all the inner voyaging
That keeps us alive.

Blessed be water,
Our first mother.“

~ John O’Donohue ~

may we rest deeply in the river of life, the womb of the mother as we traverse this cosmic initiation of mutation and hear her wisdom of how we are to be in harmony…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 131 – 4/26/2022

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on this earth day in the portal of beltane in the northern hemisphere and samhain in the south when the veils are thin and fairies dance , will you join me in listening to an ancient story of opening our hearts to our true nature of wisdom, of radiance, an incandescence, a fire that always burns fiercely, magnificently at the core of being no matter how overwhelming things are for our little selves… notice where this story pulls you as we walk home together under the waning moon on the path of transformation…

once upon a time, a young woman was feeling abandoned and overwhelmed at the loss of love… fear clutched her, overwhelmed her and she went searching for a cure for love in the marketplaces, in the temples and nothing would open her heart… she heard tell of a sage who lived in a cave high up on a mountain that towered over her village and so she began the arduous journey to connect with the sage within the cave… she found him bent over a fire in the cave and asked if he had a cure for love and he asks her to return in three days for an answer and she sits in the unknowing of whether there’s a cure and returns as requested…

the sage tells her he has all the ingredients for a love cure save one – would she be willing to get this ingredient? of course she would, nothing was as important… the sage tells her she needed to bring him the whisker of a living tiger, a whisker from around his mouth close to his teeth… she protests that she is not up to such a dangerous assignment and he reminds her that she said she would gladly find the one missing ingredient and so she makes her way down the mountain and back to her hut where she continues to contemplate this overwhelming task while feeling more abandoned than ever… as she eats her dinner of rice, it comes to her that tigers have to eat as well and she fixes a bowl of rice for the man-eating tiger that lives on the other side of the mountain from the sage… she re-members that tigers aren’t vegetarian and adds some meat sauce for the tiger and takes off up the mountain to find the tiger… when she reaches a place where fear would not let her go any further, she left the bowl and made her way back to the hut…

night after night, she would venture back in search of the tiger, stepping over the empty bowl and going a little further and leaving another full bowl… one night as she was stepping over the previous night’s empty bowl, she saw the tiger coming towards her and she said that she meant him no harm and that she was on a mission for her soul… as he ate his nightly offering, she summoned her courage and plucked a whisker from his mouth and he pretended not to notice…

dancing down the mountain, the young woman couldn’t wait to return to the sage… the next morning, she made her way to the sage and handed him the whisker which he dropped into the fire and she watched the missing ingredient turn to ash… outraged, she asked why the sage did that and he asked her how she’d been able to accomplish such an impossible task… she recounted how each night she had faced her fear and made her way up the mountain to find the tiger… the sage then asked if the her heart was more dangerous than the heart of a tiger and she real-eyesed that in facing her fears, her heart opened… she now knew her heart, her fear, her soul… she journeyed to the wise center of being and to the fierce, magnificent radiance on the other side of the coin, so to speak…

facing the depths of the ocean of being is overwhelming… sitting in the timeless feelings of abandon and not abandoning ourselves, sitting in the fear and taking one more step is the eternal way of opening the heart ever more widely… fear is the thoroughfare of transformation… so when fear rises , know the true self is calling you into being more of the fullest expression of your true self…

breathe

take one more step

offer gratitude

celebrate!

“If in our daily life we can smile, if we can be peaceful and happy, not only we, but everyone will profit from it. This is the most basic kind of peace work.”
 ~Thich Nhat Hanh~

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 130 – 4/25/2022

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 welcome, well come to this moment of eternity when again we celebrate the astonishing light of our being and our earthmother who weaves this world of beauty and i’m so delighted that this image that i’ve/we’ve been calling in for years showed up in just the right timing for this very special moment, a moment that’s been hard to get to tonight which has me re-membering it’s the impeded stream that sings, so, may this stream sing wildly el canto hondo, the deep soul song…

i will turn now to the creatrix and midwife of this painting, this image that moves me so deeply for us all to luxuriate in her offering:

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“Beloved MothersKind -Weaver of Whirrleds”

“Clothed in Light,
Moon at Her feet
12 Stars in Her Crown
She weaves wondrous whirrleds into Being.

Love is her essence,
Gratitude her prayer,
Beauty the Way.

She,
One heART
B’earthing New Realities with every breath,
Co-Creating in Harmony with All that Is,
is
Centered
Present
Flowing
Dreaming Awake
Witnessing
Loving what arises.
Source force energy
– LOVE –
flows down to, thru, from and for Her
Spiraling into Mother Earth
Blooming to rise up and return hOMe
to the heART of Now,
Blessing One and All.
A Flow-er of Love, is She.

BeLoved MothersKind
remembers
We are Love always.
‘Thank you for everything’
is Her living prayer.
And so she flows.

Gratefully, so.
She is US
We are SHE
We are Love always.

~ Stacey Sophia Robyn~

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 129 – 4/24/2022

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“You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been… Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.”

~ Aberjhani, Songs from the Black Skylark zPed Music Player ~

in this moment of eternity of celebrating the astonishing light of our being, let’s close our outer eyes and tune in with our inner vision to the eternal flame within as we follow our breath noticing how our breath is in rhythm with the waves of life, with the tides’ ebb and flow, the waning and waxing of the moon, the changing of seasons all inextricably interconnected with the rhythms of mama gaia’s breath… breathing in and breathing out… love… light… as we continue to breathe in from Pachamama, notice if there is any tension in your body and if so, shake it off and get all loosey goosey… breathing in deep relaxation into the body, breathing out an ecstatic ahh… breathing in, I smile… breathing out, i start my internal love engine…

now, let’s go deep inside to connect with where we carry our soul light… do you feel it in your heart? crown? 3rd eye? throat? soular plexus? belly? root? Take your time… it may look like a beautiful candle flame, a burning ember, a flashlight, a lantern, a whirling vortex of pure white light… however your soul light appears and feels, rest assured it is always shining brightly…

now, look very closely at your light and see silver threads emanating from your soul light… we are going to follow these threads finding any and all fractures and splinters to heal, to whole, to bless and bring home… look for the threads and follow them back and back and back through all dimensions… you may find 2 or 3 or several hundred, simply follow them looking at each one closely, healing it, blessing it and bringing it home one after the other and notice with each fragment returning home into the circle of unconditional love how your soul light is brightened a thousand fold with every fragment that returns home… the healing happens so quickly with each thread so happy to be re-woven into the gr8 tapestry of soul light that is more and more luminous with every re-union… take this moment and luxuriate in the warm embrace of the astonishing light of your being,,, re-member, you can return here any time – we are the eternal radiance, we are the luminous shining ones we’ve been waiting for…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 128 – 4/23/2022

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on this day of celebrating our earthmother, let’s re-member what we do to the web we do to ourselves and let’s optimize this moment of eternity with intending for our earthmother together… Guru Amar Das wrote this Shabad in India hundreds of years ago; let us we practice it today to bring healing: “When the Earth calls out in distress, the True One answers with ease and strength, and there is peace in the land.”

this Shabad helps us as human beings break any negative habits that block us from the expansion of awareness…

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“When the earth is in distress, shw attunes herself with love and sends out a prayer.

The True One hears the prayer, and with total ease is pleased to give Its strength and steadiness.

The True One sends a command to the Power of Rain, and the rain pours down in torrents.

The wealth of grain and corn grows thick.

A person cannot describe the value.

Oh Naanak, appreciate the Divine Identity.

You, Divine One, cause the life-giving food to be given to all the creatures.

Eating this, peace grows, and the cycle of pain comes no more.”

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by reciting this Shabad 11 times a day or for 11 minutes for 40 days as a global community, it is said we can rewrite the destiny of the earth and adjust our habits to develop new habits that serve the highest good for Mother Earth and all, i’m in – and you?

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 127 – 4/22/2022

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every day is a celebrating of our mother, a resounding of our commitment with our bounteous cosmos/with ourselves… for today’s celebration and psalm of cosmic adoration, i turn to an eco-poet, environmental activist and sacred sage of farsightedness to walk with us home along the green path into beloved community…

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Evening Thoughts: Reflecting on Earth As Sacred Community

“It takes a universe to bring humans into being, a universe to educate humans, a universe to fulfill the human mode of being. More immediately, it takes a solar system and a planet Earth to shape, educate, and fulfill the human.

We can explain nothing if we cannot explain the whole. Our explanation of any part of the universe is integral to our understanding of the universe itself.

…we must think about and respond to the urgency of a renewal of the integral community of life systems throughout the Earth. Renewal is a community project.

What is needed is a new pattern of rapport with the planet. Here we come to the critical transformation needed in the emotional, aesthetic, spiritual, and religious orders of life. Only a change that profound in human consciousness can remedy the deep cultural pathology manifest in such destructive behavior. Such change is not possible, however, so long as we fail to appreciate the planet that provides us with a world abundant in the volume and variety of food for our nourishment, a world exquisite in supplying beauty of form, sweetness of taste, delicate fragrances for our enjoyment, and exciting challenges for us to overcome with skill and action. The poets and artists can help restore this sense of rapport with the natural world. It is this renewed sense of reciprocity with nature, in all of its complexity and remarkable beauty, that can help provide the psychic and spiritual energies necessary for the work ahead.

We come into being in and through the Earth. Simply put, we are Earthlings. The Earth is our origin, our nourishment, our educator, our healer, our fulfillment. At its core, even our spirituality is Earth derived. The human and the Earth are totally implicated, each in the other. If there is no spirituality in the Earth, then there is no spirituality in ourselves.

We need a spirituality that emerges our of a reality deeper than ourselves, a spirituality that is as deep as the Earth process itself, a spirituality born out of the solar system and even out of the heavens beyond the solar system. For it is in the stars that the primordial elements take shape in both their physical and psychic aspects. Out of these elements the solar system and Earth took shape, and out of Earth, ourselves.

In our contemplation of how tragic moments of disintegration over the course of the centuries were followed by immensely creative moments of renewal, we receive our great hope for the future. To initiate and guide this next creative moment of the story of the Earth is the Great Work of the religions of the world as we move on into the future.”

~ Thomas Berry ~

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thousand fold thanks for living the dream of the earth and taking the great work on…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 126 – 4/21/2022

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“There’s a revolution that needs to happen and it starts from inside each one of us.”

~ Thich Nhat Hanh ~

i write again today of the necessary revolution as we approach the fifty-second year of globally celebrating our earthmother and her children in this sacred moment of great turning and cosmic rite of passage… the revolution i write of today is one of consciousness, a bold adventure the cosmos invites us to explore as foretold in other moments of eternity by the grandmothers…

there came a time when the grandmothers noticed it was the moment to focus on the good of the village and to remind the earthlings of how to be… they called in the spirits of the ancestors and the teachers and the unborn generations and the spirit of fire to kindle a flame which they nurtured and tendered and placed in the center of the wisdom council where the villagers sit in circle…

the grandmothers called on all the relatives to take a pledge repeating these words… in every action, in every thought, in every decision, i promise to hold the good of the children of all beings in this generation and for seven generations hence and this is my sacred vow…

may all of us tend the inner flame supported by the communitas of the invisible realms holding in our one heart and living out this sacred calling to always put first the good of the whole, to do what is best for the children…

and then, peace prevails on earth… blessed bee…