today is an especially auspicious day marking the moment of eternity… 759 years ago the poetic peace pilgrim, Rumi, died; 118 years ago the 1st flight took place on the outer banks, my former home; it is the first day of the 12th year of dwelling in the abundance of infinite love and gratitude, it is the first day of the tenth year of  the daily practice of writing this ppp peace and it is… drumroll… the day of a flight of liberation for us all as we tune into the ancient roman feast of saturnalia which is celebrated december 17-23 which this year will be the new moon in capricorn, the 13th moon of this turn around the sun, the lacuna moon, the unfilled space…

in honor of this confluence of riches, let us begin soaring into spaciousness and deepening into our core with Rumi: 

“If you are seeking, seek us with joy
For we live in the kingdom of joy.
Do not give your heart to anything else
But to the love of those who are clear joy,
Do not stray into the neighborhood of despair.
For there are hopes: they are real, they exist –
Do not go in the direction of darkness –
I tell you: suns exist.”

what a day of  cosmic flight and deep sea journey dissolved into the radiant light of Green Tara who comes when we call to clear all obstacles and relieve the suffering of all our relatives, a moment of eternity of flying home to the heart through the outer turbulence to soar and swim in inner open spaciousness trusting in the implicate order and listening for the call of the wild emanating  from the watery womb of great silence…

“How could the soul not take flight
When from the glorious Presence
A soft call flows sweet as honey,
And whispers, “Rise up now, come away.”
How could the fish not jump
Immediately from dry land into water,
When the sound of water from the ocean
Of fresh waves springs to his ear?
How could the hawk not fly away,
Back, back, to the wrist of the kind
As soon as he hears the drum
The king’s baton hits again and again,
Drumming out the signal of return?
How could the Sufi not start to dance,
Turning on himself, like the atom in the sun of eternity,
So he can leap free of this dying world?
Fly away, fly away, bird, to your native home.
You have leaped free of the cage,
Your wings are flung back in the wind of God.
Leave behind the stagnant and marshy waters,
Hurry, hurry, hurry, O bird, to the source of life!”

 ~ Rumi ~

happiest of turns ’round the sun and may this one be overflowing with love, liberation and luxuriating in each beautiful and interesting sacred moment of eternity…