Monthly Archives: May 2023

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 166 – 5/31/2023

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 here we are at the close of another moonth and what a moonth it has been with the messages to slow down and listen for our heartsong especially important in this turbulent moment in the outer world, this moment calling for our re-membering that we never walk alone – we are supported by an imaginal realm communion orchestrating the unfolding of the spirit path of blessing and support…

join me now in the deep timelessness of this unitive field of sacred space with some four fold deep cleansing breaths imagining we are in a beautiful crystalline grove of true refuge with a river running through that we sit beside in contemplative silence… with every breath, we are more and more in ease and equanimity and as we begin to breathe through our one cosmic heart, we come home to our true nature… and we raise our open palms to the crown chakra transmitting the light we are out in ever widening circles as we trace with our hands the energetic luminous field of light we are around our body, our one body of trillions and trillions of light cells…

coming back home gives us the courage to look deeply within from a place of unconditional love to act boldly and with great heart co-creating the world of compassion and peace we all know is possible…

let’s hold out our hands to each other, smile and conspire, breathe together through our one heart receiving the golden light pouring into us from our earth mother and sky father who love us so… with each breath we enter deeper and deeper into great mystery…. open the way… toward the one… breathing in… breathing out…

may we experience source, the ultimate spiritual reality of the universe, the power of healing and transformation that shapes the universe, the transformative power unifying all being as one spiritually-alive, mutually inter-dependent, awesome, flawsome, fantastic, evolving, conscious totality of which we are each a tiny part and totality, the one and the many simultaneously…

blessing the space between us as we journey deeper into  sacred mystery walking each other home, the pilgrimage to our one heart…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 165 – 5/30/2023

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in the early hours of today, i hear of the attacks on Moscow and contemplate the impact on our island home re-membering how for so many years this day is one of gathering in circle to hear spirit in the gentle breeze and flowing water, in the heartbeat of the drum and the voices of the elders, in the echoes of ancient memories reverberating inside… today, let us come home to what truly is… we are one people breathed alive through our one singing heart… receiving the knowing of how to freely be… moving fluidly through sacred mystery… let us deepen into that field out beyond, the sacred listening circle of satyagraha meaning in pursuit of truth… let’s gather together drawing down the energy of harmony from the imaginal realms and take in the words of an amazing peacemaker who brings us to membering again the wisdom that there is only one of us here and opens our one heart to greater compassion… as we read this poem, let us re-member our mindful breathing… breathing in, re-member life is without limits… breathing out, re-member that we, like Thay, have never been born and never die, we are children of the central sun that never rises and never sets:

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Please Call Me By My True Names

“Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow—
even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.

I am a mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am a frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.

And I am also the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his “debt of blood” to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up
and the door of my heart
could be left open,
the door of compassion.”

~

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 164 – 5/29/2023

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today is the 106th continuation day/anniversary of the birth of the 35th President of the United States… JFK was assassinated during his term in office while serving the causes of peace and nuclear disarmament… to celebrate his memory and legacy, i have been circling with other peacemakers including hours with mahatmaji and now i’ll post some stirring words of his (JFK’s) that are taken from a 1961 address to the United Nations and still ring so true today:

“Today, every inhabitant of this planet must contemplate the day when this planet may no longer be habitable. Every man, woman and child lives under a nuclear sword of Damocles, hanging by the slenderest of threads, capable of being cut at any moment by accident or miscalculation or by madness. The weapons of war must be abolished before they abolish us. It is therefore our intention to challenge the Soviet Union, not to an arms race, but to a peace race – to advance together step by step, stage by stage, until general and complete disarmament has been achieved.”

in June of 1963, five months before he was shot, he continued in the same vein in a Commencement Address at American University, where JFK delivered A Strategy for Peace:

“…I have, therefore, chosen this time and this place to discuss a topic on which ignorance too often abounds and the truth is too rarely perceived–yet it is the most important topic on earth: world peace.

What kind of peace do I mean? What kind of peace do we seek? Not a Pax Americana enforced on the world by American weapons of war. Not the peace of the grave or the security of the slave. I am talking about genuine peace, the kind of peace that makes life on earth worth living, the kind that enables men and nations to grow and to hope and to build a better life for their children–not merely peace for Americans but peace for all men and women–not merely peace in our time but peace for all time.

I speak of peace because of the new face of war. Total war makes no sense in an age when great powers can maintain large and relatively invulnerable nuclear forces and refuse to surrender without resort to those forces. It makes no sense in an age when a single nuclear weapon contains almost ten times the explosive force delivered by all of the allied air forces in the Second World War. It makes no sense in an age when the deadly poisons produced by a nuclear exchange would be carried by wind and water and soil and seed to the far corners of the globe and to generations yet unborn.

…I speak of peace, therefore, as the necessary rational end of rational men. I realize that the pursuit of peace is not as dramatic as the pursuit of war–and frequently the words of the pursuer fall on deaf ears. But we have no more urgent task.

Some say that it is useless to speak of world peace or world law or world disarmament-and that it will be useless until the leaders of the Soviet Union adopt a more enlightened attitude. I hope they do. I believe we can help them do it. But I also believe that we must re-examine our own attitude–as individuals and as a Nation–for our attitude is as essential as theirs. And every graduate of this school, every thoughtful citizen who despairs of war and wishes to bring peace, should begin by looking inward–by examining his own attitude toward the possibilities of peace, toward the Soviet Union, toward the course of the cold war and toward freedom and peace here at home.

First: Let us examine our attitude toward peace itself. Too many of us think it is impossible. Too many think it unreal. But that is a dangerous, defeatist belief. It leads to the conclusion that war is inevitable–that mankind is doomed–that we are gripped by forces we cannot control.

We need not accept that view. Our problems are man made – therefore, they can be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings. Man’s reason and spirit have often solved the seemingly unsolvable – and we believe they can do it again.

I am not referring to the absolute, infinite concept of universal peace and good will of which some fantasies and fanatics dream. I do not deny the value of hopes and dreams but we merely invite discouragement and incredulity by making that our only and immediate goal.

Let us focus instead on a more practical, more attainable peace–based not on a sudden revolution in human nature but on a gradual evolution in human institutions–on a series of concrete actions and effective agreements which are in the interest of all concerned. There is no single, simple key to this peace–no grand or magic formula to be adopted by one or two powers. Genuine peace must be the product of many nations, the sum of many acts. It must be dynamic, not static, changing to meet the challenge of each new generation. For peace is a process–a way of solving problems.

With such a peace, there will still be quarrels and conflicting interests, as there are within families and nations. World peace, like community peace, does not require that each man love his neighbor–it requires only that they live together in mutual tolerance, submitting their disputes to a just and peaceful settlement. And history teaches us that enmities between nations, as between individuals, do not last forever. However fixed our likes and dislikes may seem, the tide of time and events will often bring surprising changes in the relations between nations and neighbors.

So let us persevere. Peace need not be impracticable, and war need not be inevitable. By defining our goal more clearly, by making it seem more manageable and less remote, we can help all peoples to see it, to draw hope from it, and to move irresistibly toward it…”

yes, let us persevere and move irresistibly toward peace…

namaste’

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 163 – 5/28/2023

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we are souls floating in sound and light waves singing our songs through our flowing field of starling body instruments…

woo hoo! welcome to 5/28, the miracle solfeggio frequency of flow, a perfect moment to tune into the cosmic hum singing us real-eye-sing we are instruments of peace, love and joy, hollow reeds through which the frequencies of blessing flow in each moment of eternity… it is also the day eight years ago of a 350 mile excursion across Oregon and north to the confluence of the Clearwater and Snake Rivers and the states of Washington and Idaho… arriving at the Gateway to Hell’s Canyon, a place i’d never been before, was as exciting as it was novel, a place of naked beauty and muted rainbow colors reflecting in the waters… we had come to the 11,000 year old home of the first people for a dedication ceremony for the listening circle at Chief Timothy Park, a project ten years in the making, a work of love honoring the original people who are now known as the Nez Perce, a people who have always been welcoming to those in need, a people dedicated to living in peace…

perhaps you’ll join with me in re-membering our journey to the stars by breathing in deeply through our one cosmic heart and down, down, down into the belly… into the stillpoint of creation, the watery womb, stable ground of all being, home to peace passing all understanding, beloved community’s belonging place… injoy this moment, this beautiful moment of blessings arising synchronisticly… flowing through you, flowing through me, flowing from the buoyantsea, the hum of cosmic harmony…

thanks be and how fitting that a Lakota seer speaks in 39 words the mission bringing us into the middle of the sea on our way to the other shore for 39 symbolizes liberation and 39 is the age when i spent a summer in a tipi on Rosebud, a Lakota reservation, contemplating this very same spirit journey we are all eternally traver-sing and re-membering that we live in an amazing spiral galaxy of 300 billion stars in a cosmos of 2 trillion galaxies and our galaxy, like ourselves, is ever creating, ever renewing and all of the stars are within us and we are stardust, waves and particles of sound and light compressed and compressed into what looks like matter here on an earth walk to make the quantum leap back into our true nature as dancing stars ever creating, ever renewing…

  let’s seal this sacred space with some four fold deep cleansing breaths imagining we are in a crystalline grove with a river running through that we sit beside in sacred silence… with every breath, we are more and more in ease and equanimity and as we begin to breathe through our one cosmic heart, we say, I Love You, You are my Beloved as we place our hands on our heart embracing ourselves with unconditional love…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 162 – 5/27/2023

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“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”

~ Maya Angelou ~

nine years ago following a sound bath, i posted this image to capture the sound of falling water for a pilgrim, a poet on a journey as she travels the spirit path… like the goddess of wisdom, water, too, must sing out freely and then come to rest in a still, silent pool… 

imagine my surprise the next day when i awoke to hear of the author of I Know Now Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou’s release to always be our rainbow bird singing of love, peace and joy freely across the cosmic sky… let us celebrate maya’s life, an astonishing light of being and all peacemakers with her profound poem on peace, A Brave and Startling Truth, that she read at the United Nation’s 50th anniversary in 1995…

“We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.”

yes, may we come to it real-eye-sing our true nature as a rainbow sea of  love energy taking joy and peace in the sounds of falling waters flowing in rhythm home to our one cosmic heart…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 161 – 5/26/2023

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in this sacred moment of murmuration, i invite you to join in prayer, in intention, in picking up your thread from the unraveling web of life and to listen deeply for the soul song flowing through you that knows what is your right action to weave into this moment…

~

A Prayer and Blessing for Tomorrow
By Grandmother Flordemayo 
“Awaken!
Awaken!
We are the children of the Earth
We are all related
We are all one
We are children of the Four Sacred Elements
We cannot live without Air, Earth, Water and Fire
Mother give us life and bring us hope
Deliver us from ignorance
Embrace us with your cloak of protection
We are being reminded we are not in balance with Mother Earth
You have the power
You have the knowledge
You have the protection
We are blessed
We have the love and light surrounding us
Show us the way
Hold our hands
Remove all obstacles
Awaken us into the Sacred Dawn
Hope of tomorrow
Spirit of the Feminine
Bring us from the darkness into the light
Allow us to shine like the dew of the dawn
Our children are waiting
Bring humanity into balance with Nature
Everything we go through is from yesterday
For today and tomorrow for the future generations
We must unite together
We must move into the light
We are one
The light of the rainbow is waiting for us
Awaken!
Awaken!“

~

let’s take another moment and sync even more deeply into the awakened place in the core of our being to listen for the intention, the prayer, el canto hondo always singing us, guiding us, breathing us home into the stillpoint of creation… what is tugging at your heartsleeve? what is breaking your heart and this one wild and precious moment wide open right now? simply listen… no worries if a symbol or word or image doesn’t reveal itself right now…. simply be in conversation, with truth, about what you’re feeling right now and how best to express this prayer, this intention into the field of imaginal cells transforming into being butterflies, souls, acting from our true nature as co-operative beings expressing what is longing to crystalize – the pure refined gift energy of unconditional love…

may we all take time each day attuning with our soulsong and giving thanks for the boundless cosmos always dropping breadcrumbs as we walk the pathless path, the synchronous dance of life, of always being and becoming, falling apart and coming back together, breathing in and breathing out…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 160 – 5/25/2023

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on the third anniversary of George Floyd’s murder, still singing today for the Unheard… listen, listen, listen for our heartsong; we will never forget you, we will never forsake you…

“It’s my face man
I didn’t do nothing serious man
please
please
please I can’t breathe
please man
please somebody
please man
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
please
(inaudible)
man can’t breathe, my face
just get up
I can’t breathe
please (inaudible)
I can’t breathe sh*t
I will
I can’t move
mama
mama
I can’t
my knee
my nuts
I’m through
I’m through
I’m claustrophobic
my stomach hurt
my neck hurts
everything hurts
some water or something
please
please
I can’t breathe officer
don’t kill me
they gon’ kill me man
come on man
I cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
they gon’ kill me
they gon’ kill me
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
please sir
please
please
please I can’t breathe”

~ George Floyd’s Last Words ~

yes, we are feeling the loss… as people of the world, we grieve the tragic loss of another life at the hands of police and more children at the hands of a child… we stand in commonunity with everyone who is hurting. and call for an end to killing for each one is a wound to the heart of all our relatives and a shameful, indelible mark…

some more singing from the late and great poet/pilgrim on a journey, Langston Hughes:

~

Let America Be America Again

“Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed — Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”) Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek — And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean — Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That’s made America the land it has become. O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home — For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore, And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came To build a “homeland of the free.” The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we’ve dreamed And all the songs we’ve sung And all the hopes we’ve held And all the flags we’ve hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay — Except the dream that’s almost dead today. O, let America be America again — The land that never has been yet — And yet must be–the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine — the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME — Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose — The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath — America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain — All, all the stretch of these great green states — And make America again!”

~

on April 14, 1967 in a speech at Stanford University titled “The Other America,” Dr. King addresses race, poverty and economic justice and speaks to the language of the unheard in the following quotation from the much longer speech:

“Certain conditions continue to exist in our society, which must be condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard. And what is it that America has failed to hear? It has failed to hear that the plight of the Negro poor has worsened over the last few years. It has failed to hear that the promises of freedom and justice have not been met. And it has failed to hear that large segments of white society are more concerned about tranquility and the status quo than about justice, equality and humanity. And so in a real sense our nation’s summers of riots are caused by our nation’s winters of delay. And as long as America postpones justice, we stand in the position of having these recurrences of violence and riots over and over again. Social justice and progress are the absolute guarantors of riot prevention.”

~

may we take this extraordinary moment and grieve the loss of so many by singing and co-creating a cosmos of compassion and peace built on justice and guided by love…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 159 – 5/24/2023

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today the planets have aligned so that it is Chiron, Wounded Healer, Day which is divinely timed as today is the one year anniversary of the tragic mass shooting in Uvalde, Texas which came on the heels of Buffalo and Santa Fe and on the eve of the anniversary of George Floyd’s murder… happening at an elementary school where the students were to finish their school year a couple of days later, this massacre brings up Sandy Hook which occurred 3813 days ago and in the almost decade since we have suffered almost 4000 mass shootings in the usa – just since this day a year ago, we are bombarded daily with hearing of another act of violence… this moment of eternity is for deep mourning, it seems fitting to memorialize this moment with a picture i created on this day six years ago: the 5th of my 13 painted ponies, the children’s prayer pony… painted in the fall of 2001, with prayers of children of many faiths for all the children of the earth, this pony shares heartfelt messages of hope for seven generations… with these prayers in our shared field let’s come together in the field out beyond to sing our grief with these words of one of the great Irish bards:

“No one knows the wonder

Your child awoke in you,

Your heart a perfect cradle

To hold its presence.

Inside and outside became one

As new waves of love

Kept surprising your soul.

Now you sit bereft

Inside a nightmare,

Your eyes numbed

By the sight of a grave

No parent should ever see.

You will wear this absence

Like a secret locket,

Always wondering why

Such a new soul

Was taken home so soon.

Let the silent tears flow

And when your eyes clear

Perhaps you will glimpse

How your eternal child

Has become the unseen angel

Who parents your heart

And persuades the moon

To send new gifts ashore.”

~ John O’Donohue ~

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 158 – 5/23/2023

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Happy 8th Anniversary!

on this exquisite day of presence/presents, in this beautiful moment, let’s fly back to the sacred mountain and re-member…

Juliette and Geoff,

this moment, what a moment, a metamorphosing moment here on the mountaintop,

savor this moment… look out at what you have created – beloved community, a circle of love coming here to celebrate your marriage and offer you this blessingway:

Take Refuge in Love

in this moment, this beautiful moment, breathe in deeply

coming home to the heart, true refuge of eternal love

creation’s stillpoint where the dance begins…

in this moment, this beautiful moment, breathe in deeply

hearing beloved’s haunting refrain: come back, come back, always return to love

now greet each other always the same: you are my beloved, i open my heart to you…

in this moment, this beautiful moment, breathe in deeply all the love that you are

opening your one heart ever more expansively – to sky, to earth, to sun, to moon, to stars, to ocean, to beloved

dancing thanksgiving in ever widening circles around the mystery of the great beyond…

in this moment, this beautiful moment,

behold this mountain of majesty, your holy ground of awe and wonder

holding memory of your ever deepening shared pilgrimage,

your sacred journey conjoining heaven and earth

in this moment, this beautiful moment,

sing with your one voice as vast as the ocean

a song of praise and thanks to the sea of love

that is home to your one heart forever and ever, true refuge of eternal love

in this moment, this beautiful moment,

come home to the shared center of your hearts of love

to drink from the well filling all longing with belonging

to infuse every wild cell with an ocean of love

in this moment, this beautiful moment, breathe in deeply

beloved’s constant refrain: come back, come back, always return to love

come home to your one heart, your belonging place of true refuge

to be love, to be loved, to be beloved eternally…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 157 – 5/22/2023

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“The world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home.” ~ Wendell Berry ~

the journey of one inch today takes me to the open field out beyond and into Stillness, a place, a sacred space where i love to sojourn… in this moment of eternity of celebrating the astonishing light of being, do you see feel taste hear touch the radiance?  breathe deeply through our one heart and you are there for ever in the murmuration fluid field of  the stillpoint where great mystery sings us, moves us, breathes us, glides us through the tides of life…

are you hearing the sacred voice calling our name? re-minding/re-heartening us of our divine mission, our soul purpose… whispering for us to awaken to our genius, the unique seed in the center of our being… the call to be who we are – rainbow beings of love, compassion, wisdom, peace and joy…

let’s take this moment to conspire, to breathe together, to breathe in deeply descending into our one heart re-membering who we are as the one body, the cosmic tree of life, the seamlessly interwoven web of life, the sacred hoop of harmony vibrating to the frequency of:

I AM loving awareness…

I AM loving awareness…

I AM loving awareness…

I AM loving awareness…

I AM loving awareness…