Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 53 – 2/7/2021

Holy Synchronicity!

welcome to day 9 of a season of peace, the day of celebrating the astonishing lightness of being and a beautiful day of gathering the quintessence with the sun shining on the energy of  rebirth and the revolution of love…

on this seventh day of free at last february, heartsong, soulsong calls this hollow reed, this instrument of peace to share one of my greatest loves… dolphin dancing… leaping in resonance with beloved community to co-create a world of abunDANCE…

we gather together in mystery

diving deeply into the vast sparkling sea

real-eye-sing this communion is sacred ceremony

purifying the waters so all our relations live in harmony…

now, let us let go and transport ourselves back to the future where we sit around a communal fire re-membering we are nature and must be aligned with the laws of nature which call for living in balance and committing to doing no harm to the children we love and the ancestors we revere… in our reverence for nature, for all our relatives, we stand in love for the seven generations who are unceasingly regenerating in a cosmos that never ends, that is always transforming…

seven generations behind us, before us, beside us, below us, above us, within us guiding the way…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 52 – 2/6/2021

welcome to day 8 of a season of peace and what an 8 day, an alpha and omega day, a be all/end all day, an exquisite day  of experiencing the soul knowing the geography, a day of silencio and stillness and trusting in the kindness of the rhythm of the cosmic journey…

yes to the ever deepening and expansive shift into heart consciousness, to the ever more graceful dolphin dance with the energies of the cosmos, the ebb and the flow charting the course…

on this day of both hearing the cries of the world  and of feeling the quickening of collective birth pangs, i turn to kuan yin, goddess of compassion, protector of women, children, sailors, fishermen, anyone in trouble, and the sick, disabled, and poor… she who walks the boddhisattva path foregoing enlightenment until all sentient beings are liberated and free from suffering…

according to legend, kwan yin tried so strenuously to alleviate the suffering of all beings that her head split into eleven pieces… buddha awarded her eleven heads with which to hear the cries of the world and when she heard all the cries and reached out to address the needs of so many, her two arms shattered… now, buddha gives her a thousand arms to offer her compassion to all…

may our one heart remain always open being lovingkindness to all and may we all reside in the peace passing all understanding real-i-sing the beauty of our true nature of joy, el canto hondo, the deep song dwelling in the river below the river, the river of joy…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 51 – 2/5/2021

Remember the clear light,The pure clear white light From which everything in the universe comes,To which everything in the universe returns;The original nature of your own mind.The natural state of the universe unmanifest.Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it.It is your own true nature, it is home.

~ The Tibetan Book Of The Dead ~

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Give light and people will find the way.

~Ella Baker, Activist~

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thank you angel of light for being with us in those moments of feeling a storm rushing in uprooting centuries of debris, thank you for pouring healing waters constantly and cleansing, clean-sing so all may see the light of our true nature, who we are essentially…

 in these moments, can we have too many reminders of all the lovingkindness occurring on the planet? far too often,  corporate media inundates us with the old stories of fear and scarcity, when, in truth, every moment there are more acts of compassion with the groundswell moving more and more in that direction towards the arc of justice…

#SanctuaryEverywhere is the simple idea of the American Friends Service Committee that everyday people can come together to keep each other safe and that draws on the many traditions of peoples’ movements protecting targeted communities, like the Underground Railroad during slavery, Kindertransport during the Holocaust, the protection of conscientious objectors during the Vietnam War, the Sanctuary Movement in the 1980s and in more recent years, #NotOneMore, which has sheltered numerous undocumented immigrants from deportation…

thousand fold thanks for all the countless ways we are being beloved community, we are coming together to stand in love for love, to form a bridge of sheltering arms providing true refuge for the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to be free at last, the dreamers, the strangers both inner and outer, all our neighbors, all are relatives re-membering we belong to each other, we be longing for each other…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 50 – 2/4/2021

welcome to day 6 of a season of peace… come sit with me here in the field out beyond taking in the beauty of this moment…

it is said it only takes 144,000 sentient beings to hear the call and turn toward el canto hondo, the deep soul song, the dream of the earth to establish a re-newed paradigm of reality singing in the frequency of harmony throughout the ocean of being…

how i love meeting you in this field of what we deeply value, this sacred space of interconnectedness…

here, we witness and celebrate this collective hearing and following the call to come back home to spirit, to dissolve into spirit, to be so at one with spirit that all borders vanish… we are present as love, the animating energy of all that is, the saving grace that simply opens the door to love… trusting that in this surrendering, this softening, this turning toward pachamama, the unifying spirit breathing all our relatives alive, we are transported to the stillpoint, the place of creation where the dance of the new begins…

in this moment of eternity as we return home to spirit and dissolve into be so at one that all borders vanish between me and thee, we come in gratitude offering our pains and suffering to be used as compost to nourish the earth… we come as love, the animating energy of all that is and knock on the door asking this door to open to love, simply open… in this trusting, this surrendering, this turning we are transported to the stillpoint where the dance begins, yes, we’re coming back…

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…help me to live this day quietly, peacefully. To lean upon Thy great strength trustfully, restfully. To wait for the unfolding of Thy will patiently, serenely. To meet others peacefully, joyously…

~St Francis~

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 49 – 2/3/2021

what a day of re-membering how true these words are… what a miracle to meet each moment fully, how this moment opens us to a new world populated with the  dreams great mystery sings through us, these precious dreams we receive when we are open and present to deeply listening… i’m still feeling the rhythm of a new beginning and attending to what dreams are coming, what needs birthing… so, i turn to the celtic bard of blessing , John O’Donahue, and his poem for mothers-to-be which i see broadly as all mothers of invention, all dreamers of dreams…

Nothing could have prepared your heart to open like this.

From beyond the skies and the stars
This echo arrived inside of you and started to pulse with life
Each beat a tiny act of growth,
Traversing all our ancient shapes,
On its way home to itself.

Once it began, you were no longer your own.
A new, more courageous you, offering itself
In a new way to a presence you can sense
But you have not seen or known.

It has made you feel alone
In a way you never knew before;

Everyone else sees only from the outside
What you feel and feed with every fiber of your being.

Never have you traveled farther inward
Where words and thoughts become half-­light
unable to reach the fund of brightness
Strengthening inside the night of your womb.

Like some primeval moon,
Your soul brightens
The tides of essence
That flow to your child.

You know your life has changed forever,
For in all the days and years to come,
Distance will never be able to cut you off
From the one you now carry
For nine months under your heart.

May you be blessed with quiet confidence
That destiny will guide you and mind you.

May the emerging spirit of your child
Imbibe encouragement and joy
From the continuous music of your heart,
So that it can grow with ease,
Respectant of wonder and welcome when its form is fully filled

And it makes it journey out
To see you and settle at last
Relieved and glad in your arms.

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may all our dreams be birthed and come alive today as we celebrate four months with chase…




Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 48 – 2/2/2021

On Imbolc (In the Belly) also known as St Brigid’s Day, Groundhog Day and Candlemas, we celebrate a day of pausing before walking through a door into the new, into the uncharted, the unknown… a moment of emptying to enter into silence to give attention and intention to what we choose to give our life energy to for all our relations…

i choose to be loving presence and to open the doors of our one heart wider to the ocean of compassion, moving from resistance to rezestance where we’re filled to overflowinging with this free at last moon of omens and oracles heralding radical regenerativity which spirals us full circle to the little groundhog who sees his shadow portending more winter…

however, our friendly hedgehogs have a different experience portending spring around the corner… it all comes down to how you look at things, doesn’t it? we all have the ability to look at things clearly, to see the world as it is… oceanic oneness flooding our being with the preciousness of this wild and wonderful world and life…

as we celebrate midwinter in the northern hemisphere on  this day midway between winter soulstice and spring equinox, feel the goddess returning as goddess of the hearth with sacred flame to warm our one heart again…

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on this gray day of midwinter

the cold has begun to fade

and the days grow longer

a time when earth is quickening

birthing the fire after darkness

now, goddess of the hearth returns with eternal flame

and as earth grows full of life, blessings resound…

may we all celebrate the abundance of new life

and the cascading prosperity of cosmic flow

as light and love  illuminate our path of heart

and return us to our home…

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synchronistically, this day, 2-2-2021 vibrates at a frequency of transformation, a turning of the wheel with the cycles of life onto another level, a consciousness co-created with divine will of lovingkindness and compassion, a consciousness of the heart…  welcome home!

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 47 – 2/1/2021

welcome, well come to this new moonth of free at last february, a moon of celebrating black history in addition to a season of peace… i’m a little late in posting this peace as it seems i’m not the only one in my sphere that can die and come back to life… yes, this laptop seemed to be dead as a doornail in this fifth week of being evacuated from home but it seems it was only in a coma and now has risen from the ashes just as we will…

now, such a holy synchronicity that black history month begins on the anniversary of the greensboro sit-in, a courageous moment that grew into a revolutionary movement…

in the late afternoon of Monday, February 1, 1960, four young black men entered the F. W. Woolworth store in Greensboro, North Carolina where the friends could feel the invisible line of separation between the shopping area open to everyone and the dining area that barred blacks from taking a seat.. they knew, as all blacks in the South did, that stepping over that line might get them arrested, beaten or even killed but all four moved together in silence and sat down at the lunch counter to take a stand…

“It took a few moments for anyone to notice, but the change within the freshmen was immediate. The Greensboro Four, as they would come to be known, had not embarked on a deep study of Mahatma Gandhi’s concept of satyagraha, his method of nonviolent action, but they experienced the first change it intended to create—a change that takes place within the people taking action. Just as the African American community of Montgomery, Alabama, following Rosa Parks’ arrest in 1955, discovered their power, the Greensboro Four experienced a transformative strength.”

the four students politely asked for service and were refused with the white waiter suggesting they go to the “stand-up counter” and take their order to go, which was the policy for black customers… by now there was no sound in the dining area, the voices of white patrons were hushed with just the clink of silverware audible as the four sat in silence as if they were in friends meeting or at a church service… eventually, a police officer entered the store and spoke with the manager and then walked behind the four students and took out his billy club pacing back and forth behind the activists, hitting his night stick against his hand but he didn’t speak or escalate… the activists began to understand the power they could find in nonviolence as they realized the officer didn’t know what to do, and soon left..

the last person to approach the Greensboro Four on that first day was an elderly white lady, who rose from her seat in the counter area and walked over toward them and sat down next to the four students and told them she was disappointed in them saying, “I’m disappointed it took you so long to do this.”

by simply taking a seat at the counter, asking to be served, and continuing to sit peacefully and quietly, the Greensboro Four paralyzed the store, its staff, its patrons and the police for hours that monday afternoon… when the flummoxed manager announced that the store would close early, the young men got up to leave feeling victorious and would be joined in the coming days by hundreds of students sitting down to take a courageous stand…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 46 – 1/31/2021

welcome, well come to the second day of a season of peace and this last day of journeying january where we bless the space of this moonth, this moonth of dreaming, dreaming a world of peace… as per usual we have such a trifecta of riches as we bless the space of the magical mystery tour of the wildest of the last eleven moons which is quite a declaration… i know i’d said it would still be a turbulent ride but i had no idea… more on that but first the riches of today – the last day, the astonishing light of being day and the fiftieth anniversary of the Apollo moon launch…

so, i’m breaking tradition with the image for today because this moonth and full moon and new year call us so deeply into the question of what is still pulling on your soul, how to live this one wild and precious life?

for the past month, i’ve been exiled from my usual space as we were all evacuated from our homes following a disaster of the biological kind… it never crossed my radar screen that a month later i’d still basically be living with only the clothes on my back… i laugh with myself so thankful that back in july i was so massively transfused with iron(y) and that i’ve been asking the cosmos for a sabbatical for years and here it is… sort of… being down to bare essence and letting go at an even more profound level, of only being response able in each present moment of creation, of savoring the gap between stimulus and response and refining the power of co-creation as i listen for what pulls on my soul…

it’s still that thread of the unraveled collective tapestry, that thread assigned to me an eternity ago, that thread of dreams to be woven in seamlessly magnetizing coming home to the one heart of great mystery where we all dwell in harmony ceaselessly regenerating radically opening more and more to whom we truly be – souls playing the music of the celestial/mycelial spheres…

as we bless this space between us, this one long continuous conversation, this being together with truth, this blink of an eye month so potent with transitioning into the unknown – a great turning within, intimate communion with all that is – may we flow from the deep wellspring at the center of being as we make a seismic shift and like the earth, open to what is calling us, what must come forth in us for it is what we truly love…

let us close this moment by breathing together animating our one body with spirit, filling us to overflowing with golden light of love…

blessed be…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 45 – 1/30/2021

“Place yourself in the middle of the stream of power and wisdom which flows into your life. Then, without effort, you are impelled to truth and to perfect contentment.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something, If we remember those times and places — and there are so many — where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction. And if we do act, in however a small way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.

~ Howard Zinn ~

in concert with the season for nonviolence which begins today on the anniversary of Gandhi’s assassination and ends 64 days later on April 4th, the anniversary of King’s assassination,today, the pilgrimage begins my favorite season that’s always in season – a season of peace…

on this first day, we begin with a contemplation and practice of courage, of heart which is a LOVEly way to begin for goodness knows the way of the peacemaker takes great courage, great heart in a world of dominance consciousness… let us now light the inner flame of our one heart and invoke the beloved peace prayer of St Francis to begin this saunter – this walk on holy ground for this season of peace…

“….. make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is discord, union;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.”

may we all begin and end each day with a prayer for peace and invoke it through our ultradian healing rhythms that ask us to pause every 90 minutes or so throughout our awake time to sustain optimal functioning…  when saying hello and goodbye to beings, may we say “May Peace Prevail on Earth…”  may we create space in our lives dedicated to praying for, meditating, singing, dancing, contemplating  and being peace… in this way, we create a cosmos of beauty and harmony built on justice, on balance and guided by love…

thanks be for helping me to live this day quietly, peacefully… to lean upon cosmic great strength trustfully, restfully… to wait for the unfolding of the implicate order patiently, serenely… to meet others peacefully, joyously… to walk all ways with wonder and wisdom…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 44 – 1/29/2021

for the past two days, there are shepherds lighting the path i’ve wanted to commemorate in addition to what was honored and so today in this moment of eternity, i re-member a profound moment on january 27, 76 years ago when the Soviet Red Army liberated the Jewish concentration camp of Auschwitz, in Poland… as the International Day of Commemoration in Memory of the Victims of the Holocaust, this post is dedicated to all who liberate and to all of us who are liberated… yesterday marked seven years ago that Pete Seeger, the father of  folk music and a shepherd extraordinaire still calling us to embody our better angels by singing love, died and that the crew of Challenger died 35 years ago on the 28th day of this moonth…

“It really boils down to this, all life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied into a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.”
—Martin Luther King, Jr.

with every breath and step on the pilgrimage, i contemplate how we all best serve the whole… i believe the bedrock of this query is understanding that all our relations prosper only when we real-eyes we are part of a greater whole and our survival, our sustainability is intricately linked in the same way we are intricately interconnected to every thread in the web of life… it is, always has been and always will be a story of cooperation… just as all the 70 trillion cells of my body cooperate to make me work, so must the 70 trillion cells to the 70th trillion power cooperate for the cosmos to expand and deepen harmoniously…

yes, Martin saw that the will to connect is our most essential impulse and how what affects one of us, affects everyone of us and how could it not since we are one body-mind-spirit-soul made up of trillions of cells to the infinite power…

since every thought, word and deed affects all our relations, may we all walk in wonder, saunter in awe  as shepherds, as lightkeepers, as sheltering arms, as beloveds all walking each other home to the frequency of right thought, right speech and right action…

i’ll close with the words of Wendell Berry, another pilgrim on a journey and  wisdom lover…

Belong to your place by knowledge of the others who are
your neighbors in it: the old man, sick and poor,
who comes like a heron to fish in the creek,
and the fish in the creek, and the heron who manlike
fishes for the fish in the creek, and the birds who sing
in the trees in the silence of the fisherman
and the heron, and the trees that keep the land
they stand upon as we too must keep it, or die.

This knowledge cannot be taken from you by power
or by wealth. It will stop your ears to the powerful
when they ask for your faith, and to the wealthy
when they ask for your land and your work.
Answer with knowledge of the others who are here
and how to be here with them. By this knowledge
make the sense you need to make. By it stand
in the dignity of good sense, whatever may follow.

Speak to your fellow humans as your place
has taught you to speak, as it has spoken to you.
Speak its dialect as your old compatriots spoke it
before they had heard a radio. Speak
publicly what cannot be taught or learned in public.

Listen privately, silently to the voices that rise up
from the pages of books and from your own heart.
Be still and listen to the voices that belong
to the streambanks and the trees and the open fields.
There are songs and sayings that belong to this place,
by which it speaks for itself and no other.

Find your hope, then, on the ground under your feet.
Your hope of Heaven, let it rest on the ground
underfoot. Be it lighted by the light that falls
freely upon it after the darkness of the nights
and the darkness of our ignorance and madness.
Let it be lighted also by the light that is within you,
which is the light of imagination. By it you see
the likeness of people in other places to yourself
in your place. It lights invariably the need for care
toward other people, other creatures, in other places
as you would ask them for care toward your place and you.

No place at last is better than the world. The world
is no better than its places. Its places at last
are no better than their people…”

may we wander as shepherds singing light in the dark illuminating a path to our one heart…