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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 287 – 9/28/2020

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The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

~ Wendell Berry~

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may we all take heart and rest in the grace of the world this moment…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 286 – 9/27/2020

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on this day of celebrating the astonishing light of being, let’s come together to conspire, to breathe together and be the transformation… with this breath, open your wings being peace… and with the next breath spread your wings flying peace around the world… what a beautiful sight – a cosmos of peace built on justice and guided by love…

in 2013, the UN General Assembly (UNGA) declared September 26 to be the International Day for the Total Elimination of Nuclear Weapons with the aims of the day being to enhance public awareness about the threat posed to all beings by nuclear weapons and the necessity for their total elimination… inspired by an incident that unfolded on September 26, 1983 at a Soviet nuclear early warning facility that nearly led to a nuclear war by accident, thanks be for the being who saved the world and now it is our turn…

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“Today the danger of some sort of a nuclear catastrophe is greater than it was during the Cold War and most people are blissfully unaware of this danger…Because we don’t understand the dangers, we make no serious attempt to repair the hostility between the United States and Russia. And so we are allowing ourselves to sleepwalk into another catastrophe. We must wake up.” 

~William J. Perry, former U.S. Secretary of Defense~

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i wanted to wait until today to to write about this cause so dear to my heart and essential for our continuation as i was so inspired by a program yesterday of such astonishing light on women transforming our nuclear legacy, a program that will meet monthly for a year, a call to action so urgently needed and being worked on by peacemakers of every age and variety across the globe, a call i hope you’ll join me on if you are not already involved…


Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 285 – 9/26/2020

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Everything the power of the world does is done in a circle. The sky is round and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls, birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same, and both are round.

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood and so it is in everything where power moves. Our tipis were round like the nests of birds and these were always set in a circle, the nation’s hoop, a nest of many nests where the Great Spirit meant for us to hatch our children.

~Hehaka Sapa (Black Elk)~

we are one interconnected circle of interbeing, blessed be… a sacred hoop belonging to each other eternally…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 284 – 9/25/2020

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oh, what interesting times we live in and in interesting times we need to slow down and hear interesting slowly as into-resting… relaxing into the earth of being, the uncertainty, the overwhelming barrage, the fear that can be triggered when it feels nothing creative will sprout again, when we are looking through a glass darkly….

in this pivotal moment, can you stay faithful to the creative process when it feels it has abandoned you? in this long stretch of seeming infertility that feels will always be our companion is the moment for us to tend the seeds most tenderly than ever singing over them with the soul song singing in new life as you become so still until you are one with the inner law of spirit which always knows the geography of the soul and then like the hummingbird hovering over the flower you are able to drink in the nectar, the quintessence, the essence of essence, love…

i’ll close with sage words from Thomas Merton…

“Do not depend on the hope of results. You may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results, but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself. You gradually struggle less and less for an idea and more and more for specific people. In the end, it is the reality of personal relationship that saves everything.”

thank you for your openhearted presence and great courage to trust in the implicate order unfolding for our benefit as we conspire, breathe together co-creating a cosmos of peace built on justice and guided by love…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 283 – 9/24/2020

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today, like so many days over the past moonth as i go through this death/rebirth pilgrimage, this soul song, Rumi’s poem sings me inspiring my coming back to life…

thank you beloved, divine presence and beloveds, divine presences for sharing the dance of synchronisiddhi of deepening our pilgrimage into great mystery… cheers!!!!! hope you find it as enlivening as i do…

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Drink the wine down, tip the glass.  Drink with the Beloved.
Take this breath like it’s your last.   Drink with the Beloved.
We’re a caravan, you see, moving towards our destiny.  You must find the eyes to see.
Drink with the Beloved.

La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah

Go to the East or to the West.  Drink with the Beloved.
You can’t escape this birth and death.  Drink with the Beloved.
Drink the cup of loving down.  This is truly drink and drown.  What is lost, it shall be found.
Drink with the Beloved.

La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah

So listen to the inner call.  Drink with the Beloved.
The tavern masters rise and fall.  Drink with the Beloved.
Watch the drunkards reel and spin.   Feel the Presence from within, toasting with the dearest Friend.  Drink with the Beloved.

La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah

~ Rumi ~

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ah, it’s not yet that day of the moonth, the last day, the day of blessing the space between us but in this new state that’s all i really want to do – come together to sing blessing the space of our belonging together no matter what, being here for each other eternally…

may we come together in every moment to strengthen and stretch our heart muscle and to polish the mirror of being, of deepening into our true nature which is not only what Rumi calls us to but also which this moment of planetary mutation calls us to, which is what viruses call us to as they whisper to the genes to mutate, transform… what healing balm to have such astonishing light beings to dance the pathless path together drinking in that in the spaciousness of our being together in this present moment all is well come what may so let us devote this wild and precious moment and every wild and precious moment to opening our hearts and being peace…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 282 – 9/23/2020

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ah… taking a deep breath and another opening the heart ever wider and wider and one more feeling the golden light raining into every wild cell of the one body… it feels like the first time ever that i’m posting to my website blogs and in a way it is… in linear time, it’s been a month; in apocalyptic august and soulful september flow, it’s been several lifetimes… when last i posted, i had gone off with beloved family for a long weekend which turned into quite an adventure i didn’t see coming… or did i?

yesterday marked the four week anniversary of my latest close encounter with death and i’ve been slowly coming back to life… still i hear the words of the ICU doctor standing at the threshold of my room saying to the nurse it was a miracle i was alive… more on this later but for now i want to do a redux on the last post back on the 23rd of august because it’s just what i want to say right now and what was such a part of bringing me back… thank you to all co-hearts in the sangha of the one heart of boundless love for singing me back here…

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Welcome Home!

relatives, we are lovingly invited

to spend this moment, this beautiful moment

at home with Beloved…

simply being presence of essence…

come as you are, your radiant Self,

for this moment of

wonder, awe, bliss, compassion, flow, grace, joy, kindness

to drink in the gamma rays flooding the cosmos with a divine transfusion of transfiguring love…

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in the wake of the great reset following the total eclipse of the sun three years ago at this time, a dream arises of being in a field where the Beloved Communion dwells and hearing that our mission is to sing… last night/this morning the dream returns saying it is the moment to be about this business of singing in the wake of the ever quickening initiation we are all undergoing…

are you hearing beloved singing you? listen a little deeper for the cosmic hum as you suspend noise and distraction in this moment, this beautiful moment… are you hearing the whispers of the ancestors flowing through our oceanic body? ah yes, let’s pause here in the stillpoint and align with the rhythm of our one heart…

may earth’s song reach into our deepest and wildest sacred spaces… may we hear the melodic voices of all our relations… may our inhalations inspire re-joy-sing and our exhalations re-sound and re-verberate harmony throughout the watery womb of our one heart…

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our roots go down, down into the earth…

our branches reach high, high into the sky…

golden light rains, into our one heart…

drinking in beloved, we are one…

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may we all be filled with lovingkindness…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 251 – 8/23/2020

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Welcome Home!

relatives, we are lovingly invited

to spend this moment, this beautiful moment

at home with Beloved…

simply being presence of essence…

come as you are, your radiant Self,

for this moment of

wonder, awe, bliss, compassion, flow, grace, joy, kindness

to drink in the gamma rays flooding the cosmos with a divine transfusion of transfiguring love…

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in the wake of the great reset following the total eclipse of the sun three years ago at this time, a dream arises of being in a field where the Beloved Communion dwells and hearing that our mission is to sing… last night/this morning the dream returns saying it is the moment to be about this business of singing in the wake of the ever quickening initiation we are all undergoing…

are you hearing beloved singing you? listen a little deeper for the cosmic hum as you suspend noise and distraction in this moment, this beautiful moment… are you hearing the whispers of the ancestors flowing through our oceanic body? ah yes, let’s pause here in the stillpoint and align with the rhythm of our one heart…

may earth’s song reach into our deepest and wildest sacred spaces… may we hear the melodic voices of all our relations… may our inhalations inspire re-joy-sing and our exhalations re-sound and re-verberate harmony throughout the watery womb of our one heart…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 250 – 8/22/2020

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withdrawing from the outer world may seem like capitulation or loss, when, in reality the very act of emptying out and coming into the stillpoint is what engenders creation….

ah, the gift of unplugging and standing in the center of the sacred hoop of life – everywhere i walk today reveals the divine, every step deepens the knowing of the interconnection, the oneness we are, all is love… look into the reflecting pool of life, what do you see? what sees you? may we all take this moment to breathe in our true nature, feel the love and celebrate with wild abandon…

offering great thanks to our mother the earth, our father the sky, sister moon,  brother sun and to all our relations for our earth walk, the way of the heart…

as we (s)age into grace we return to where we began… the garden of eden, heaven on earth and we see everything as if for the first time… this present moment, this ordinary moment, this extraordinary moment all one in the same…

when we rest fully in this moment, dwelling in the consciousness of the divine, we embody awe, awakened wonderfilled energy, and radiant light fills our being shining everywhere…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 249 – 8/21/2020

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* written on the total soular eclipse 8/21/17…

indeed i am – embracing the path of totality… jo is letting me, nia, aka ms radiance, little ms firecracker, write the post today… i’m just returning from my first overnight pilgrimage with the fam – what an adventure! we traveled to the land of the ufo festival to gather with a bunch of two leggeds to watch the total eclipse of the sun… the relatives of the human variety got all excited as the big ball of gas in the sky got more and more eclipsed by the moon… we all had to wear these special contraptions on our eyes, they tasted a lot better than they helped me see… my favorite part was licking the dew off the grass and bounding across the field like a jumping bean… the two leggeds loved it when for a split second everything went totally dark… howlelujah! they sounded like my ancestors, the woof clan, who teach that an eclipse on the new moon amplifies the new world’s birth… howlelujah!!

thank you, nia, for re-membering that day and so glad we got to celebrate it again today – woo hoo! the third anniversary of the total soular eclipse we experienced here and for all of us who shared this primal event, we remain transfixed and transformed forever by that magical mystical moment… that moment which initiated such a momentous turn around the sun with each moment pulling us deeper and deeper into the tunnel of light…

let’s celebrate totality by centering together… and so we get comfortable and begin to breathe together, to conspire so we can go deeper and higher at the speed of light…

imagine a filament of light lifting us up from the crown chakra and another filament of light grounding us from our root chakra… feel ourselves as a bridge of light uniting heaven and earth…

now,imagine a great star radiating brilliant light over the whole cosmos and pouring this light like a waterfall onto us replenishing our chi and washing away all expended energy into earth for composting…

feel that waterfall of bright, warm, loving light raining down onto our head and suffusing into our eyes which now see beauty everywhere and into our ears which now listen deeply understanding heartfully and now the light suffuses into our tongue and throat so our speech is uplifting and the waterfall flows into our hands imbuing them with healing touch and flows into our lungs cleansing and purifying so each breath is refreshing and revivifying and into our one heart revealing the divine light of our true nature, the inner light of our immortal soul which shines eternally…

savor this light coursing through us enlivening, inspiring, washing away  any blocks and experience the light within merging with the divine light of the waterfall forming a rainbow egg of light completely surrounding us, sheltering us,loving us, freeing us …

may all nourishing thoughts, words and deeds filter through this egg of light as blessings and afflictive ones bounce off the eggshell and be transmuted as blessings as well… yes, let’s go wild – wonder imaginatively in love and devotion… howlelujah!!!

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 248 – 8/20/2020

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two years ago on this day i awoke with a deep sense of grief, cosmic grief and the poignant image of  Tahlequah, the mourning mother who carried her dead calf  for seventeen days arises and it takes me to another image of a mare gone wild searching all over for her colt who was stillborn and it brings me close to home… is there anything more painful than experiencing the loss of a child you have carried inside your heart?

as Tahlequah suffered through this momentous loss swimming over 1000 miles with her calf, she was never alone… her tribe was always close by giving her food, comfort and support… her six kindred sisters forming a seamless circle of love show us all what it means to hold space and compassionately offer support during those moments of heartbreak we all suffer, we all endure…

years ago, it inspired me to learn that the elder sisters of the orcas were the ones who knew where to find nourishment and so are vital for the life of the tribe… once again, these wisdom keepers offer all relatives a loving way to be…

today i am transported to the land of Talequah and i feel so at home and so in awe of her actions two years ago and how much wisdom they offer us in this epic moment of mutation when nature messages us over and over to radically change our ways, to root ourselves in a new/old way of walking home together in solidarity and support real-eye-sing we are onebody with all cells belonging to each other interdependent on each other…

may we, like our orca elders, our sisters, know where the feeding grounds of true nourishment are and how to be with and guide others as wise elders during these times of  heartbreak to solace and deep peace of the running wave…