welcome, welcome to day 48 of a season of peace and to a foreshadowing of/illuminating the day after tomorrow (march 20) when we celebrate equinox as a festival of the sun, a day to honor the balancing of the sun within oneself… let us share the experience of the inner sun of spirit so beautifully illuminated by this lovely sunlit eye and this poem of Lawrence Ferlinghetti…
Instructions to Painters & Poets
I asked a hundred painters and a hundred poets
how to paint sunlight
on the face of life
Their answers were ambiguous and ingenuous
as if they were all guarding trade secrets
Whereas it seems to me
all you have to do
is conceive of the whole world
and all humanity
as a kind of art work
a site-specific art work
an art project of the god of light
the whole earth and all that’s in it
to be painted with lightAnd the first thing you have to do
is paint out postmodern painting
And the next thing is to paint yourself
in your true colors
in primary colors
as you see them
(without whitewash)
paint yourself as you see yourself
without make-up
without masks
Then paint your favorite people and animals
with your brush loaded with light
And be sure you get the perspective right
and don’t fake it
because one false line leads to anotherAnd don’t forget to paint
all those who lived their lives
as bearers of light
Paint their eyes
and the eyes of every animal
and the eyes of beautiful women
known best for the perfection of their breasts
and the eyes of men and women
known only for the light of their minds
Paint the light of their eyes
the light of sunlit laughter
the song of eyes
the song of birds in flightAnd remember that the light is within
if it is anywhere
and you must paint from the inside~
may we be sunlit laughter…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 91 – 3/17/2019
welcome, welcome to day 47 of a season of peace and to our weekly installment of the astonishing light of being peace…
yesterday, indomitable peace activist and astonishing light of being peace, Frances Crowe turned 100 and her beloved community joins with her in celebrating her radical soul… a legend in the Pioneer Valley of western Massachusetts, she was honored in her beloved community with 100 signs for 100 years… what a legacy, the changing of so many lives in her devotion to peace…
What can one being do to further peace? Listen to what a couple of friends say about Frances…
“Frances Crowe called me in the early ‘80s to ask if I would produce “Handy Dandy,” a play by William Gibson at a theater company I was managing in Northampton. The two-character play tells of the complex exchange — about conscience and the law — between a nun who is arrested for protesting a nuclear power plant in Cambridge and the judge she comes before. Of course, Frances related to the play since she had been — even then — arrested innumerable times. When asked how many times, she said, “Not enough.” I agreed to produce the play, and that’s how our work together began.
In the almost 40 years I’ve known Frances, these are things I think are true: she does not suffer fools gladly and she can spot hypocrisy from miles away; she is unrelenting (persistent is an understatement); she sees what it will take others years (maybe even decades) to see; she thinks of everything she can do and then she does it. A very partial list includes showing thousands of films, handing out probably millions of leaflets and petitions, committing acts of civil disobedience and being willing to suffer the consequences; using social media like Democracy Now! before there was social media; organizing thousands of protests, public events like the first Martin Luther King, Jr. Day celebrations and the Hiroshima and Nagasaki commemorations and more. Finally, she enlists everyone she can think of to help carry out the work.”
~Lois Ahrens~
“Working with Frances, I find that she lives exactly how she believes — leaving a small footprint and living simply so that others may simply live… Daily, I get a hands-on lesson in just how she does it…”
~Carolyn Oates~
“I met Frances Crowe on the street in Northampton before the Iraq war. She gave me that broad smile and probably a flyer. My husband, Bill, and I fell under her spell because what Frances was saying then and what she’s saying now makes sense. It’s pretty simple stuff: stop war and weapons sales; save the children — ours and theirs — from senseless suffering and death.
Bill and I had young children. Imagining planes dropping bombs on other people’s children spurred us into action. We found ourselves on the weekly vigil line, making posters, marching and traveling to protests. Frances affirmed something in me. Seeing how she made her life’s vocation the ending of war changed me. As an artist, my sculptures tended to chronicle my family and friends, but I found myself turning to art with a mission.
I’ve made a number of sculptures and drawings of Frances. She isn’t easy to capture — so much humor and passion rolled into one. One of my pieces celebrates the weekly vigil organized by the Northampton Committee to Lift the Sanctions on Iraq. I sculpted the many individuals who stood on the line, with Frances out in front, speaking to two soldiers. To Frances, everyone is worth attention, deserves respect and is worth convincing.
Frances’ passion simply washes away other concerns. She’s not bothered or constrained by her physical size, her sex or her age. Sometimes I think our instinct is to minimize these things, along with race, social class and stridency, in order to fit in. This may very well keep us from our most forceful action. But Frances uses every part of herself to advance her cause. And this is some of what it takes to make a good piece of expressionist art. A recognition that our voice and our message is more important … well, than anything. It’s nearly an act of faith that in getting the message into the world our shortcomings will actually be transformed into assets.
How is it that Frances’ welcoming, challenging message has sunk so deeply into our psyches? Every day I think we borrow a piece of her courage and conviction, the conviction that there can be a better place and a better way. For now, it may only be a place held in the mind’s eye, yet it feels real, this place of No War.”
~Harriett Diamond~
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 90 – 3/16/2019
welcome, welcome to day 46 of a season of peace and the seventh day of embracing the creeping crud as we dance to the last songs of winter soulstice in this sacred space of sojourning in the desert of the heart, a journey that is quite the purification, the clean-sing in the last hours before equinox and the full moon…
as much as i am loving this baring of everything and living in an in between times consciousness, i want to get a jump on the celebrating to come…
tomorrow, when we celebrate the wild, poetically enchanting, magical Ireland, who better to hear an echo from her than her late great native son, John O’Donahue…
A Celebration Blessing
Now is the time
to free the heart,
Let all intentions and worries stop,
Free the joy inside the self,
Awaken to the wonder
of your life.Open your eyes and see the friends
Whose hearts recognize your face as kin,
Those whose kindness watchful and near,
Encourages you to live everything here.See the gifts the years have given,
Things your effort could never earn,
The health to enjoy who you want to be
And the mind to mirror mystery.~
ah yes, brother john, i’ll have a gracious plenty of that and will engage compassion to lead my actions, my words and my life…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 89 – 3/15/2019
welcome, welcome to day forty- five of a season of peace falling on the potent ides of march, a day when we are asked to follow the ancient admonition to beware, to be aware of this day…
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may our heart stay loving and open especially when we feel hurt and frayed…
may we open to always including others in love’s vast embrace…
may our heart remain pure and kind amid the painful details and muck of life…
may virtue and serenity be bedrock for all…
may our brokenheartedness break open our heart ever wider and deeper bringing forth ever more expansive love and compassion…
~
there are so many images i could share for this potent day when collectively our hearts are broken by the tragedy in New Zealand and renewed by the children of the earth who once again rise across the planet to say…
ENOUGH!
this picture is from a year and a day ago when students across the planet organized a day of compassion for the one month anniversary of the massacre at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland Florida and it seems so perfect for toaday’s doule honoring of the lives lost in another massacre and students rising again to say…
ENOUGH!
these words from years ago remain a wonderful call to action…
“Be a nuisance when it counts. Do your part to inform and stimulate the public to join your action. Be depressed, discouraged, & disappointed at failure & the disheartening effects of ignorance, greed, corruption & bad politics — but never give up.”
~ Marjory Stoneman Douglas ~
and now, may we all be heartened and inspired into action by the words of the young woman whose weekly solitary protests grew and grew into this day of students across the globe from 112 countries and counting joined her in walking out and saying…
“I want you to act as if our house is on fire. Because it is.”
yes, a single Swedish schoolgirl with Asperger’s determined to take on the planet’s blind billionaires and leaders everywhere urged her peers to face the disaster that’s an increasingly obvious part of all our lives and that their parents have generally been remarkably unable to face… she was and is striking for the right to a future…
within months, thousands and then tens of thousands of high-school students across Europe, Australia and Japan, among other places, joined Greta Thunberg, a 15 years old with a mind of her own and a sign demanding a school strike against climate change, in her walking out for “Fridays for Future” protests…
bringing us back to today’s millions of students saying…
ENOUGH!
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 88 – 3/14/2019
welcome, welcome to day 44 of a season of peace and to peace pi day,the infinitely nonrepeating numbers containing the answers to everything and the infinite number of ways it whispers to us about how it all boils down to the shero’s journey of transformation – from the illusion of a separated small self to the reality of the one true SELF and to day 88 (infinity,infinity) in the sixth year of writing the walk of the poetic peace pilgrimage…
today is another of my favorite moments in the cycle of life when we rest in the in between times moon, the rainbow moon who sings a song of transformation, of transmuting dark, threatening clouds of pain, into rainbow colored arcs of joy…
today also marks the first anniversary of Stephan Hawking’s transmutation… born auspiciously on the 300th anniversary of Galileo’s death, Professor Hawking also died auspiciously on Albert Einstein’s birthday… i love this star going into the cosmos to travel into infinity in such synchronicity…
let us take this moment to listen to this freespirit…
Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at.
It matters that you don’t just give up…The role played by time at the beginning of the universe is, I believe, the final key to removing the need for a Grand Designer, and revealing how the universe created itself. … Time itself must come to a stop. You can’t get to a time before the big bang, because there was no time before the big bang. We have finally found something that does not have a cause because there was no time for a cause to exist in. For me this means there is no possibility of a creator because there is no time for a creator to have existed. Since time itself began at the moment of the Big Bang, it was an event that could not have been caused or created by anyone or anything…
For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination. We learned to talk and we learned to listen. Speech has allowed the communication of ideas, enabling human beings to work together to build the impossible. Mankind’s greatest achievements have come about by talking, and its greatest failures by not talking. It doesn’t have to be like this. Our greatest hopes could become reality in the future. With the technology at our disposal, the possibilities are unbounded…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 87 – 3/13/2019
welcome, welcome to day 43 of a season of peace… today is another of my favorite moments in the cycle of life when we rest in the in between times moon, the rainbow moon who sings a song of transformation, of transmuting dark, threatening clouds of pain, into rainbow colored arcs of joy…
as, i swim today in grandmother ocean of consciousness with adolpho and adelphi traveling to delphi to reunite with Pythia, the oracle/psychedelic/ psychedelphic/rainbow serpent who first came to me in dreamtime when i was only two, i re-member this meeting as if it were happening right now… the most numinous moment when Pythia telepathed the way to be a sacred vessel for the divine, to be strong enough to channel entheos…
come on over and sit by the waters with me and let’s journey together back into the cosmic womb, the dark sacred space of origin…. breathe in the flowing mother waters… feel the flowing waters, be flowing water…. now, breathe deeply in the rhythm of the waves diving deeper and deeper into the stillpoint… re-member who you/we really are – water -we are the eternal radiance andrelease any pain, any walls blocking free flow…
now, blessing the waters within and without, breathe them in, feeling the radiance you are, an illuminated being of great heart… in this wellspring, water reminds us of our purpose, we are original source, creation creating creation in the belly of the earth where all rivers converge into one rainbow stream of radiance, one cosmic circle birthing the divine…
let’s sit here silently for awhile open to life’s flow, trusting in the beauty of pachamama and the courage of great mystery, knowing all is well, thanking spirits for gracing us with everything…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 86 – 3/12/2019
welcome, welcome to day 42 of a season of peace… today is another of my favorite moments in the cycle of life when we rest in the in between times moon, the rainbow moon who sings a song of transformation, of transmuting dark, threatening clouds of pain, into rainbow colored arcs of joy…
for the last four days as i lie still with grandmother in the river below the river, every day an inner blizzard has been consuming me, freezing me, keeping me still, silent and aching in every cell… tonight I awaken and it’s going on the midnight witching hour and the fever seems to have broken… i re-member the impeded stream sings and so i venture to the stillpoint to listen… and i see the great mother dancing creation weaving a new web of life, carbon turned into crystals of light, a thousand dancing diamonds twinkling in the night, imbuing the all with powerful sight of the inner and outer worlds being breathed into life again, unfolding the rainbow mystery of the knowing within… listening deeply to our one heart, sharing the love we are called to impart…
having lived so much of my life with physical pain as a constant companion, this creeping crud episode gives me an opportunity to be thankful for all the moments of health/wholeness that all too often can be taken for granted plus this great rest is a wonderful way to be closing out this season of winter soulstice, of sojourning in the desert of the heart…
may we all take joy in surrendering and softening into divine flow of being where every moment is sacred, a rhythmic dance of grace…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 85 – 3/11/2019
welcome, welcome to day 41 of a season of peace… today is another of my favorite moments in the cycle of life when we rest in the in between times moon, the rainbow moon who sings a song of transformation, of transmuting dark, threatening clouds of pain, into rainbow colored arcs of joy…
today is a day of soulitude, a day of gazing into the central galactic sun… a day of radical presence, of being the new operating system programmed with a spacious consciousness of nowhere to go and nothing to do but simply wait patiently for the soul song to flow…
i’m in good company, my old dolphin guides, Adolpho and Adelphi, free and easy wanderers of the great beyond, come out to celebrate our ever widening circles of courageous souls letting go of small i identity to dissolve into the individuated large I AM Presence and to be open (organic presence empty now) to the cosmic flow of oceanic consciousness…
these wise sages of liminal space, guides at the threshold, whisper words of grace… “re-member, it is the impeded stream that sings” and so i venture with them to the stillpoint to listen… here i see grandmother spider dancing creation and weaving a new web of life, carbon turned into crystals of light, a thousand dancing diamonds twinkling in the deep night sky sea, imbuing the all with powerful sight of the world being breathed into life again, unfolding mystery of the knowledge within… here in great silence we listen deeply to our one cosmic heart, dancing the love song we are called now to impart…
shanti, shanti, shantihi…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 84 – 3/10/2019
our liberation is bound up with all others,
let us work together for freedom for all
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welcome, welcome to the day we celebrate the astonishing light of our being and to day 40 of a season of peace… today is another of my favorite moments in the cycle of life when we rest in the in between times moon, the rainbow moon who sings a song of transformation, of transmuting dark, threatening clouds of pain, into rainbow colored arcs of joy…
i’ve patiently been waiting for 40 days in the desert of the heart to celebrate a queen of liberation… Harriette Tubman and Holy Synchronicity! find that today is the 106th anniversary of her death…
i shall turn this platform over to the poem of Sonia Sanchez to bring light to the life of this extraordinary being…
1Picture a womanriding thunder onthe legs of slavery …2Picture her kissingour spines saying no tothe eyes of slavery …3Picture her rotatingthe earth into a shapeof lives becoming …4Picture her leaninginto the eyes of ourbirth clouds …5Picture this womansaying no to the constantyes of slavery …6Picture a womanjumping rivers herlegs inhaling moons …7Picture her ripewith seasons oflegs … running …8Picture her tastingthe secret cornersof woods …9Picture her saying:You have within you the strength,
the patience, and the passion
to reach for the stars,
to change the world …10Imagine her words:Every great dream begins
with a dreamer …11Imagine her saying:I freed a thousand slaves,
could have freed
a thousand more if they
only knew they were slaves …12Imagine her humming:How many days we got
fore we taste freedom …13Imagine a womanasking: How many workers
for this freedom quilt …14Picture her saying:A live runaway could do
great harm by going back
but a dead runaway
could tell no secrets …15Picture the daylightbringing her to woodsfull of birth moons …16Picture John Brownshaking her hands three times saying:General Tubman. General Tubman. General Tubman.17Picture her words:There’s two things I got a
right to: death or liberty …18Picture her saying noto a play called Uncle Tom’s Cabin:I am the real thing …19Picture a Black woman:could not read or writetrailing freedom refrains …20Picture her faceturning southward walkingdown a Southern road …21Picture this womanfreedom bound … tasting apeople’s preserved breath …22Picture this womanof royalty … wearing a crownof morning air …23Picture her walking,running, revivinga country’s breath …24Picture black voicesleaving behindlost tongues …~may we continue her underground railroad mission of liberation…
Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 83 – 3/9/2019
welcome, welcome to day 39 of a season of peace… today is another of my favorite moments in the cycle of life when we rest in the in between times moon, the rainbow moon who sings a song of transformation, of transmuting dark, threatening clouds of pain, into rainbow colored arcs of joy…
let us carry on today celebrating women, we’moon, we of the moon, the feminine spirit with a meditation given by Yogi Bhajan… it is said that when a woman practices this meditation for one year, her aura will become tipped with gold or silver and great strength and the beloved’s healing powers will flow through her… by practicing this meditation, a woman’s thoughts, behavior, personality and projection become aligned with the infinite beauty and nobility unveiled by the mantra which balances the five elements…
I AM Grace of Beloved
lying on back fully relaxing with eyes closed inhaling deeply through the belly and holding silently saying the mantra 10x while tensing the fingers to count… exhaling deeply and holding the breath silently saying the mantra 10x for five quintessential inhales and five quintessential exhales or a total of 100 mantras daily… I AM Grace of Beloved, I AM Grace of Beloved, I AM Grace of Beloved, I AM Grace of Beloved, I AM Grace of Beloved…
may all beings feel the amplified flow of grace and strength and radiance…









