Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 134 – 4/29/2021

on another day of celebrating and honoring the earth, happy next to last day of adventurous april, the day i thought is arbor day only to real-eyes as i do every year that it’s not always april 29 but rather the last friday in april which is tomorrow so i’m just getting a little jump on celebrating trees of life and re-joy-sing in the efforts of so many for so long to plant trees, amazing earth stewards of radical regeneration…

trees, our 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…

let us close with day six (yes, i skipped posting it here last night tho i did recite it) of the forty day practice of repeating the shabad 11 times or for 11 minutes daily so that we can rewrite the destiny of the earth and adjust our habits to develop new habits that serve the most expansive and deepest good for Mother Earth and all…

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

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

It 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 its 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.”

namaste’