welcome, welcome to day 59 of a season of peace, a day calling for pause, re-treating ourselves in the gap to slow down into the rhythm of gaia coming home to our body and breath… breathing into the one body, breathing out smiling and softening…

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take heart, pilgrim, poet on a journey!

you were born for this:

to leap into the void and sprout wings and fly…

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as i write tonight, i am on silent re-treat so i shall let  Pema’s words on the deepening interior journey we are all traversing speak for me and for thee…

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On the journey of the bodhisattva, the path goes down, not up, as if the mountain pointed toward the earth instead of the sky. Instead of transcending the suffering of all creatures, we move toward turbulence and doubt however we can. We explore the reality and unpredictability of insecurity and pain, and we try not to push it away. If it takes years, if it takes lifetimes, we let it be as it is. At our own pace, without speed or aggression, we move down and down and down. With us move millions of others, our companions in awakening from fear. At the bottom we discover water, the healing water of bodhichitta. Bodhichitta is our heart—our wounded, softened heart. Right down there in the thick of things, we discover the love that will not die. This love is bodhichitta. It is gentle and warm; it is clear and sharp; it is open and spacious. The awakened heart of bodhichitta is the basic goodness of all beings.

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yes, take heart..

shanti, shanti, shantihi…