Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 172 – 6/6/2023

today is the anniversary of D-Day and the 10th anniversary of the Snowden Reprts and the 8th anniversary on the eve of a pilgrimage that would profoundlly uproot my life and so perfume these re-memberings with some healing balm:

“When despair 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~ Wendell Berry ~

may we all rest in the grace of wildpeace and feel free intending wholeheartedly the world of harmony that is our birthright…

namaste’

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 171 – 6/5/2023

today is World Environment Day as is everyday and with our crisis of climate change, our attention is so riveted here… it’s Breonna Taylor’s 30th birthday, tragically she was murdered by police in her home in March three years ago while the world over we still mourn the murders of so many beautiful souls who bring us together to say enough to violence!… and, enough to systemic racism which dehumanizes us all and this reminds me of another murdered soul – Martin Luther King – which weaves right into today which is also the 55th anniversary of the shooting of Robert F Kennedy, a man who suffered deeply following the assassination of his brother, a man who faced darkness, who tamed the savage forces and transmuted them into a widening circle of compassion…

 let us return now to Bobby and Martin today and the wisdom we can derive from re-membering Bobby’s words and actions of wise leadership to help with grief in a moment of volcanic eruption…

I have bad news for you, for all of our fellow citizens, and people who love peace all over the world, and that is that Martin Luther King was shot and killed tonight.

Martin Luther King dedicated his life to love and to justice for his fellow human beings, and he died because of that effort.

In this difficult day, in this difficult time for the United States, it is perhaps well to ask what kind of a nation we are and what direction we want to move in. For those of you who are black–considering the evidence there evidently is that there were white people who were responsible–you can be filled with bitterness, with hatred, and a desire for revenge. We can move in that direction as a country, in great polarization–black people amongst black, white people amongst white, filled with hatred toward one another.

Or we can make an effort, as Martin Luther King did, to understand and to comprehend, and to replace that violence, that stain of bloodshed that has spread across our land, with an effort to understand with compassion and love.

For those of you who are black and are tempted to be filled with hatred and distrust at the injustice of such an act, against all white people, I can only say that I feel in my own heart the same kind of feeling. I had a member of my family killed, but he was killed by a white man. But we have to make an effort in the United States, we have to make an effort to understand, to go beyond these rather difficult times.

My favorite poet was Aeschylus. He wrote: “In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”

What we need in the United States is not division; what we need in the United States is not hatred; what we need in the United States is not violence or lawlessness; but love and wisdom, and compassion toward one another, and a feeling of justice toward those who still suffer within our country, whether they be white or they be black.

So I shall ask you tonight to return home, to say a prayer for the family of Martin Luther King, that’s true, but more importantly to say a prayer for our own country, which all of us love–a prayer for understanding and that compassion of which I spoke.

We can do well in this country. We will have difficult times; we’ve had difficult times in the past; we will have difficult times in the future. It is not the end of violence; it is not the end of lawlessness; it is not the end of disorder.

But the vast majority of white people and the vast majority of black people in this country want to live together, want to improve the quality of our life, and want justice for all human beings who abide in our land.

Let us dedicate ourselves to what the Greeks wrote so many years ago: to tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

Let us dedicate ourselves to that, and say a prayer for our country and for our people.”

yes, may we dedicate ourselves to peace and say a prayer, an intention for the usa, the planet, the cosmos and all our relatives real-eye-sing we are one interconnected being belonging to each other…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 170 – 6/4/2023

“For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn’t understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.” 

Marcel Proust ~

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rising, i descend into opening to the astonishing light of this sacred moment of eternity under the radiation of the full moon of blessings on this Saka Dawa day of honoring Buddha to dreamweave the world awake while flowing with the river along the liberation pathless path…

in this liminal space, this threshold, this moment of eternity with the world we knew unraveling and uncertainty all around, picking up our thread to re-weaving the world anew is the order of the day, the great work we are called to offer as we take this wild and precious moment surrender into the devocean of interbeing…

join me in these sacred waters reveling in the luminosity of the clear light
dreamweaving the world of wisdom and wonder awake…

 we are dreamweavers
whole and holy
wild and free.
gatekeepers of divinity

 
the sacred waters of the cosmic wombspace reveal
the dreams we carry, the dreams forgotten,
the dreams long remembered…

as holy vessels of heaven/earth, we surrender our entire
being for these dreams to be heard, felt, called forth,
woven into the sacred web of life for the greatest good of all beings…
 
this is a sacred commitment to live our devocean…
 
this is our starseed destiny…

into the watery womb, speak a dream aloud that you are actively tending for yourself and the collective…
take a deep breath feeling into the energies present and listening for nature’s response…

as spirit and matter merge,
and the mythic and mundane together re-weave, 
it is done, it is done, it is done…

we are dreamweavers 
dreaming the world awake
here and now
always and forever…

and so it is, and so it is, and so it is…
blessed bee, blessed bee, blessed bee…

may we all awaken to earth’s energy re-membering we are one heart…
may we all awaken to earth’s oceans as our clean-sing tears…
may we all awaken to earth’s wind as our enlivening breath…
may we all awaken to earth’s landscape as our one body…

may our one heart open dormant seeds
may our tears fill rain clouds
may our breath give flight to migrating birds
may our body be an island of refuge

 may earth mother open dormant seeds
may earth mother fill rain clouds
may earth mother give flight to migrating birds
may earth mother nurture islands of refuge

and, may the cycles of life flow unceasingly…

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take all that I say,
and toss away
all that does not
resonate
for we do not learn
wisdom and wonder
we re-member what’s within…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 169 – 6/3/2023

as i write on this 3rd day of joining june, the moonth of listening to the muse, the moon of blessings is now full inspiring our celebrating and standing more rooted in the deep earth of being while stretched simultaneously to the heavens feeling the call more emphatically than ever to come home and do the heart work of returning to the garden in the field of unconditional love out beyond wrongdoing and rightdoing contemplating once again the old story of there’s a spirit in everything, a genius, a divine spark that we are all called to re-member so Rilke’s words quoted in the image arise organically as do Michelangelo’s:

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

and even more emphatically when he says:

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

aren’t these words all an excellent instruction manual on doing the heart work of aligning with great spirit, rainbow mystery, the one heart, creative process, authenticity?…

yes, join me in listening, listening, listening ever more deeply to our heartsong… release the spirit of the wise pilgrim, the spirit muse to navigate the journey, the genie always within every bottle/body… and then, may we all proclaim, free at last, free at last, free to:

walk in beauty on the path today

breathe it in and be carried away

by whispering winds demanding their say:

behold the wonder of each moment this day

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 168 – 6/2/2023

sauntering (walking on holy land) in an awakened way today back to the garden feeling in every wild cell we are stardust and golden tuned into cosmic hum and attuning to soul song – such a lovely frequency this sounding/resounding of birdsong inspiring the courage to show up wholeheartedly for  the path with heart, to sing the soul song, in this moment of eternity of celebrating the almost full moon, a perfect moment to come back to the garden to re-member our sacred nature as beings of astonishing light…

being rippling circles of love is a dance of grace where we are joined by beautiful souls also choosing to walk in this sacred way – how i love being in this moment with you…

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thousand fold thanks for blessing this day with gifts, lessons, loving awareness and friends…

may our energy flow be a blessing to all co-hearts on the path…

may we be centered and open facing each moment with lovingkindness and compassion…

may we honor and reverence this moment, this life…

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today we are real-eye-sing in a deeper way the interconnection of all that is as well as the day, six years ago that the usa pulled out of the paris accords… behind tears is still the seed of hope that this disastrous decision pulls us together into meaningful contemplation, dialogue and  action… under the tears always, is the river of joy always flowing and watering the earth of our being, our beautiful island home… let us close this day of returning to the garden by breathing in her beauty and breathing out re-joy-sing…

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In Praise of the Earth

Let us bless
The imagination of the Earth.
That knew early the patience
To harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm,
Ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging
Among the stillness of land.

And how light knew to nurse
The growth until the face of the Earth
Brightened beneath a vision of color.

When the ages of ice came
And sealed the Earth inside
An endless coma of cold,
The heart of the Earth held hope,
Storing fragments of memory,
Ready for the return of the sun.

Let us thank the Earth
That offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm
To walk in space open
To infinite galaxies.

Let us salute the silence
And certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness,
Their dream-filled hearts.

The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed’s self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.

The humility of the Earth
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth.

The kindness of the Earth,
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
Into the final stillness.

Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty.

Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.

That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.

~ John O’Donohue ~

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 167 – 6/1/2023

“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”

~ Maya Angelou ~

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“We need to be angels for each other, to give each other strength and consolation.”

~ Henri Nouwen ~

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“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution.”

~ Albert Einstein ~

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welcome to joining june… on this day three years ago in this moment of eternity, i wrote that this is the moment for us all to join hands and stand in love for love being love in every thought, word and deed… these words ring as true now as they have for the past 3 years, 30 years, 300 years which in part inspires the naming of this moonth as joining june and the selection of the image of the sculptor for this moon…

can you join me in imagining that we all join hands across the planet, the cosmos to conspire, to breathe together letting go of the tension in our bodies and any disturbing emotions and judgmental notions for this moment to come back home to our true nature being the freespirits we are fulfilling the ancient prophesy of the condor and the eagle flying together in harmony real-eye-sing we are one body inextricably interconnected and interbeing… and we breathe together again and again breathing in, inspiring our true sacred nature’s liberation… aho!

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 166 – 5/31/2023

 here we are at the close of another moonth and what a moonth it has been with the messages to slow down and listen for our heartsong especially important in this turbulent moment in the outer world, this moment calling for our re-membering that we never walk alone – we are supported by an imaginal realm communion orchestrating the unfolding of the spirit path of blessing and support…

join me now in the deep timelessness of this unitive field of sacred space with some four fold deep cleansing breaths imagining we are in a beautiful crystalline grove of true refuge with a river running through that we sit beside in contemplative silence… with every breath, we are more and more in ease and equanimity and as we begin to breathe through our one cosmic heart, we come home to our true nature… and we raise our open palms to the crown chakra transmitting the light we are out in ever widening circles as we trace with our hands the energetic luminous field of light we are around our body, our one body of trillions and trillions of light cells…

coming back home gives us the courage to look deeply within from a place of unconditional love to act boldly and with great heart co-creating the world of compassion and peace we all know is possible…

let’s hold out our hands to each other, smile and conspire, breathe together through our one heart receiving the golden light pouring into us from our earth mother and sky father who love us so… with each breath we enter deeper and deeper into great mystery…. open the way… toward the one… breathing in… breathing out…

may we experience source, the ultimate spiritual reality of the universe, the power of healing and transformation that shapes the universe, the transformative power unifying all being as one spiritually-alive, mutually inter-dependent, awesome, flawsome, fantastic, evolving, conscious totality of which we are each a tiny part and totality, the one and the many simultaneously…

blessing the space between us as we journey deeper into  sacred mystery walking each other home, the pilgrimage to our one heart…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 165 – 5/30/2023

in the early hours of today, i hear of the attacks on Moscow and contemplate the impact on our island home re-membering how for so many years this day is one of gathering in circle to hear spirit in the gentle breeze and flowing water, in the heartbeat of the drum and the voices of the elders, in the echoes of ancient memories reverberating inside… today, let us come home to what truly is… we are one people breathed alive through our one singing heart… receiving the knowing of how to freely be… moving fluidly through sacred mystery… let us deepen into that field out beyond, the sacred listening circle of satyagraha meaning in pursuit of truth… let’s gather together drawing down the energy of harmony from the imaginal realms and take in the words of an amazing peacemaker who brings us to membering again the wisdom that there is only one of us here and opens our one heart to greater compassion… as we read this poem, let us re-member our mindful breathing… breathing in, re-member life is without limits… breathing out, re-member that we, like Thay, have never been born and never die, we are children of the central sun that never rises and never sets:

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Please Call Me By My True Names

“Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow—
even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.

I am a mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am a frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.

And I am also the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his “debt of blood” to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up
and the door of my heart
could be left open,
the door of compassion.”

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 164 – 5/29/2023

today is the 106th continuation day/anniversary of the birth of the 35th President of the United States… JFK was assassinated during his term in office while serving the causes of peace and nuclear disarmament… to celebrate his memory and legacy, i have been circling with other peacemakers including hours with mahatmaji and now i’ll post some stirring words of his (JFK’s) that are taken from a 1961 address to the United Nations and still ring so true today:

“Today, every inhabitant of this planet must contemplate the day when this planet may no longer be habitable. Every man, woman and child lives under a nuclear sword of Damocles, hanging by the slenderest of threads, capable of being cut at any moment by accident or miscalculation or by madness. The weapons of war must be abolished before they abolish us. It is therefore our intention to challenge the Soviet Union, not to an arms race, but to a peace race – to advance together step by step, stage by stage, until general and complete disarmament has been achieved.”

in June of 1963, five months before he was shot, he continued in the same vein in a Commencement Address at American University, where JFK delivered A Strategy for Peace:

“…I have, therefore, chosen this time and this place to discuss a topic on which ignorance too often abounds and the truth is too rarely perceived–yet it is the most important topic on earth: world peace.

What kind of peace do I mean? What kind of peace do we seek? Not a Pax Americana enforced on the world by American weapons of war. Not the peace of the grave or the security of the slave. I am talking about genuine peace, the kind of peace that makes life on earth worth living, the kind that enables men and nations to grow and to hope and to build a better life for their children–not merely peace for Americans but peace for all men and women–not merely peace in our time but peace for all time.

I speak of peace because of the new face of war. Total war makes no sense in an age when great powers can maintain large and relatively invulnerable nuclear forces and refuse to surrender without resort to those forces. It makes no sense in an age when a single nuclear weapon contains almost ten times the explosive force delivered by all of the allied air forces in the Second World War. It makes no sense in an age when the deadly poisons produced by a nuclear exchange would be carried by wind and water and soil and seed to the far corners of the globe and to generations yet unborn.

…I speak of peace, therefore, as the necessary rational end of rational men. I realize that the pursuit of peace is not as dramatic as the pursuit of war–and frequently the words of the pursuer fall on deaf ears. But we have no more urgent task.

Some say that it is useless to speak of world peace or world law or world disarmament-and that it will be useless until the leaders of the Soviet Union adopt a more enlightened attitude. I hope they do. I believe we can help them do it. But I also believe that we must re-examine our own attitude–as individuals and as a Nation–for our attitude is as essential as theirs. And every graduate of this school, every thoughtful citizen who despairs of war and wishes to bring peace, should begin by looking inward–by examining his own attitude toward the possibilities of peace, toward the Soviet Union, toward the course of the cold war and toward freedom and peace here at home.

First: Let us examine our attitude toward peace itself. Too many of us think it is impossible. Too many think it unreal. But that is a dangerous, defeatist belief. It leads to the conclusion that war is inevitable–that mankind is doomed–that we are gripped by forces we cannot control.

We need not accept that view. Our problems are man made – therefore, they can be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings. Man’s reason and spirit have often solved the seemingly unsolvable – and we believe they can do it again.

I am not referring to the absolute, infinite concept of universal peace and good will of which some fantasies and fanatics dream. I do not deny the value of hopes and dreams but we merely invite discouragement and incredulity by making that our only and immediate goal.

Let us focus instead on a more practical, more attainable peace–based not on a sudden revolution in human nature but on a gradual evolution in human institutions–on a series of concrete actions and effective agreements which are in the interest of all concerned. There is no single, simple key to this peace–no grand or magic formula to be adopted by one or two powers. Genuine peace must be the product of many nations, the sum of many acts. It must be dynamic, not static, changing to meet the challenge of each new generation. For peace is a process–a way of solving problems.

With such a peace, there will still be quarrels and conflicting interests, as there are within families and nations. World peace, like community peace, does not require that each man love his neighbor–it requires only that they live together in mutual tolerance, submitting their disputes to a just and peaceful settlement. And history teaches us that enmities between nations, as between individuals, do not last forever. However fixed our likes and dislikes may seem, the tide of time and events will often bring surprising changes in the relations between nations and neighbors.

So let us persevere. Peace need not be impracticable, and war need not be inevitable. By defining our goal more clearly, by making it seem more manageable and less remote, we can help all peoples to see it, to draw hope from it, and to move irresistibly toward it…”

yes, let us persevere and move irresistibly toward peace…

namaste’

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 163 – 5/28/2023

we are souls floating in sound and light waves singing our songs through our flowing field of starling body instruments…

woo hoo! welcome to 5/28, the miracle solfeggio frequency of flow, a perfect moment to tune into the cosmic hum singing us real-eye-sing we are instruments of peace, love and joy, hollow reeds through which the frequencies of blessing flow in each moment of eternity… it is also the day eight years ago of a 350 mile excursion across Oregon and north to the confluence of the Clearwater and Snake Rivers and the states of Washington and Idaho… arriving at the Gateway to Hell’s Canyon, a place i’d never been before, was as exciting as it was novel, a place of naked beauty and muted rainbow colors reflecting in the waters… we had come to the 11,000 year old home of the first people for a dedication ceremony for the listening circle at Chief Timothy Park, a project ten years in the making, a work of love honoring the original people who are now known as the Nez Perce, a people who have always been welcoming to those in need, a people dedicated to living in peace…

perhaps you’ll join with me in re-membering our journey to the stars by breathing in deeply through our one cosmic heart and down, down, down into the belly… into the stillpoint of creation, the watery womb, stable ground of all being, home to peace passing all understanding, beloved community’s belonging place… injoy this moment, this beautiful moment of blessings arising synchronisticly… flowing through you, flowing through me, flowing from the buoyantsea, the hum of cosmic harmony…

thanks be and how fitting that a Lakota seer speaks in 39 words the mission bringing us into the middle of the sea on our way to the other shore for 39 symbolizes liberation and 39 is the age when i spent a summer in a tipi on Rosebud, a Lakota reservation, contemplating this very same spirit journey we are all eternally traver-sing and re-membering that we live in an amazing spiral galaxy of 300 billion stars in a cosmos of 2 trillion galaxies and our galaxy, like ourselves, is ever creating, ever renewing and all of the stars are within us and we are stardust, waves and particles of sound and light compressed and compressed into what looks like matter here on an earth walk to make the quantum leap back into our true nature as dancing stars ever creating, ever renewing…

  let’s seal this sacred space with some four fold deep cleansing breaths imagining we are in a crystalline grove with a river running through that we sit beside in sacred silence… with every breath, we are more and more in ease and equanimity and as we begin to breathe through our one cosmic heart, we say, I Love You, You are my Beloved as we place our hands on our heart embracing ourselves with unconditional love…