today is a special day marking the day 755 years ago that poetic peace pilgrim, Rumi, died, 115 years ago that 1st flight took place on the outer banks, it is the first day of the 8th year of dwelling in the abundance of infinite love and gratitude it is the first day of the sixth year of  the daily practice of writing this ppp peace and it is the day of a flight of liberation for us all…

in honor of this confluence of riches, let us begin 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 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 night of flying into the darkness, into turbulence and still soaring into open spaciousness trusting in the implicate order listening for the call of the wild emanating  from the 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~