Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 77 – 3/3/2017

Named Moving March 3 Go Van Gogh Merry Maiden and Painted Ponies 008

oh, pilgrim co-hearts, are you feeling the dynamic energy of moving march under this moon of inspired action? perhaps, you can sense i’m feeling it, and so, i want to feature my go van gogh pony from the trail of painted ponies from the land of enchantment… this pony is inspired action voyaging through the starry sky devocean… oh, what a lovely ride across the painted sky… let’s go!

But the true voyagers are only those who leave
Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons,
They never turn aside from their fatality
And without knowing why they always say: “Let’s go!”

~ Charles Baudelaire ~

 may we travel lightly

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 76 – 3/2/2017

Named Moving March 2 jung-solitude-arctic-northern-lights

deep dark mystery

dances with infinite luminosity

in spacious emptiness

~

moving into march, traveling in the quantum field is a walk in deep dark mystery, a sauntering along a path unknown, a leap of faith, a dancing with infinite luminosity, a resting in the gap, in the sacred space of silence, in the stillpoint…

in this field beyond words, beloved appears to those patient waiters ready to be breathed alive, to the hollow reeds open to being conduits of divine flow inspiring our taking one more step, encouraging our sitting tenderly in the moment with our feelings, our ancestral feelings, our descendants’ feelings all merging in the one cosmic devocean of now…

in this solitude, in this divine alchemical flowing temple, the daft (divine alchemical flow team) transmute our shadowlands into gardens of grace… watered by our tears, we blossom like flow-ers opening to the light and revealing the sparkling jewel, the polished star pearl of the sea, radiantly resting in the center of the bloom…

here in the black hole of great silence, in the dancing stillness of great mystery, we stand at the portal of a brave new world where we’re called to courageously collide with the old and break our one heart wide open letting go of everything, giving birth to the new…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 75 – 3/1/2017

Named Moving March 1 Traveling 001

in the pacific northwest, today we move into march gentle like a lamb under this waxing new moon of inspired action… i’m feeling inspired to move into march as freespirit racing with the wind into a new beginning and a new blessing from John O’Donohue… as much as i love his New Beginning which i’ve been using on the first of the month for so many moons, for moving march, it’s a perfect moment to move into a  poem for all pilgrims on the spirit path… happiest of trails, beloveds, as we adventure into march wandering into wonder

Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in.

New strangers on other paths await.
New places that have never seen you
Will startle a little at your entry.
Old places that know you well
Will pretend nothing
Changed since your last visit.

When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:

How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening in conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known
You needed
To illuminate
Your way.

When you travel,
A new silence
Goes with you,
And if you listen,
You will hear
What your heart would
Love to say.

A journey can become a sacred thing:
Make sure, before you go,
To take the time
To bless your going forth,
To free your heart of ballast
So that the compass of your soul
Might direct you toward
The territories of spirit
Where you will discover
More of your hidden life,
And the urgencies
That deserve to claim you.

May you travel in an awakened way,
Gathered wisely into your inner ground;
That you may not waste the invitations
Which wait along the way to transform you.

May you travel safely, arrive refreshed,
And live your time away to its fullest;
Return home more enriched, and free
To balance the gift of days which call you.

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 74 – 2/28/2017

Named Freely Flowing February 28 2017 Blessing the Space Between Us Nags Head 2014 2 019

how i love closing each moon, each month, with blessing the space between us… this moon brings an especially touching poignancy to the space between us as this journey into mystery, this pilgrimage into the tiny space of our one heart, the void, the sacred space of emptiness is such a deep dive into the stillpoint of creation…

surrendering to the beloved and trusting in the tenemos of great mother to support and nourish us, we summon the courage to leap into the unknown and relax into the organic, rhythmic flow of the mysterious dance of life…

holding hands in the dark, feeling the waves of our one beating heart, we witness the birth of the new, the promise of every inbreath followed by the re-joy-sing of every outbreath… for in our coming together in the sacred space of our cosmic heart, we change everything, we are transformation dancing to the tune of el canto hondo, the deep soul song… stillness flowing…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 73 – 2/27/2017

Named Freely Flowing February 27 2017 Happy Losar Tibetan New Year

Thaye Dorje, His Holiness the 17th Gyalwa Karmapa, gives this message on the occasion of Losar, Tibetan New Year:

Any new harvest has an auspicious ability that enables us to bear true joy for ourselves. Why is this the case, when we know that Losar is just another day in this world?

Quite simply, because we make it so! We make this day an auspicious one, not by fortune or chance, but by sheer will.

Every day is as insignificant as a wish-fulfilling jewel. Yes, today is just like another piece of rock. However, the wilful recognition of what that day might hold, its true potential, transforms ordinary wisdom into an extraordinary one.

May all of you harvest the potential of this special day, and in all days to come.

~

Losar is the Tibetan New Year, the most important festival in Tibet. It is an occasion when Tibetan families reunite and expect a better coming year. Specially made offerings are offered to family shrine deities; doors are painted with religious symbols; other painstaking jobs are done to prepare for the event.

The first two weeks, in particular, commemorate the time when the Buddha uncharacteristically displayed his power by doing a number of miracles to win over hundreds (if not thousands) of disciples from a teacher who was a non-believer of what the Buddha taught and challenged him to a dual of mystical powers. At the end of the two week period, the Buddha had clearly won the match and as a result all present converted to the practices taught by the Buddha.

The new year spawns a time of increase in virtuous activity amongst Buddhist practitioners. Any actions done during that period of time, for better or worse, are multiplied in their power by virtue of being in alignment or out of alignment with the great deeds the Buddha himself did during this same astrological period over 2,500 years ago. It is a very powerful time to practice and increase one’s commitment to both practice and study as the power of that magical event can be harnessed to assist in our personal evolution towards enlightenment.

To make these fifteen days of miracles the most beneficial:

This is the year of obstacles for His Holiness the Dalai Lama, so please dedicate strongly for His Holiness to have a healthy, stable life and for the quick success of all His Holiness’ holy wishes.

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 72 – 2/26/2017

Named Freely Flowing February 26 2017 Astonishing Light of Being 2-26-17 Dalai Lama Happiness

what a perfect image for our weekly installment of showing you the astonishing light of your being… yes, you, like his holiness, showing up as sunshine… yes, you showing up being love… yes, you, being harmonizing healer… thousandfold thanks for being an astonishing light of being… seeing the best in others, spreading lovingkindness virally…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 71 – 2/25/2017

Named Freely Flowing February 25 2017 Blue Star Vortex Dancing

veil lifts, door opens

on divine devotion day

of cosmic dancing bliss

~

yes, today is a day of devotion, of leaping into the void of creation where we lie in the lap of the divine bathed in the bliss of eternal love culminating tonight in the great night of shiva, moment of illumination when what no longer serves is burned away as we dance with the stars who whisper to us of our soul purpose, why we are here awakening us to the song of the true self, to our soul song…

everything is alive… everything is awakening… everything is moving…. everything is dancing… be still, silent… listen….

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 70 – 2/24/2017

Named Freely Flowing February 24 2017 Walking Home 045

Setting sun falling

into ocean of being

blessed homecoming

~

Strangers found each other in a field unknown,

now, they sojourn together on the beautyway home

watching flocks of geese migrate as one

breathing in waves that kiss the sun.

~

Now, they sojourn together on the beautyway home

hearts rise up singing while footsteps roam

breathing in waves that kiss the sun

being in rhythm, tuning into hum.

~

Hearts rise up singing while footsteps roam

on the path that’s unfolding and leading us home

being in rhythm, tuning into hum

surrendering and trusting in what’s to come.

~

Now, they sojourn together on the beautyway home

hearts rise up singing while footsteps roam

being in rhythm, tuning into hum

surrendering and trusting in what’s to come.

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 69 – 2/23/2017

Named Freely Flowing February 23 2017 Mantra day8 Ocean

Faced with our mortality, we each get to choose how we live… When Dr. Oliver Sacks learned he had only months remaining, he chose to live in the deepest, richest, most productive way he could realizing he is ocean. In his own words before he died:

Over the last few days, I have been able to see my life as from a great altitude, as a sort of landscape, and with a deepening sense of the connection of all its parts. This does not mean I am finished with life.

On the contrary, I feel intensely alive, and I want and hope in the time that remains to deepen my friendships, to say farewell to those I love, to write more, to travel if I have the strength, to achieve new levels of understanding and insight.

This is not indifference but detachment — I still care deeply about the Middle East, about global warming, about growing inequality, but these are no longer my business; they belong to the future. I rejoice when I meet gifted young people — even the one who biopsied and diagnosed my metastases. I feel the future is in good hands.

I have been increasingly conscious, for the last 10 years or so, of deaths among my contemporaries. My generation is on the way out, and each death I have felt as an abruption, a tearing away of part of myself. There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate — the genetic and neural fate — of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.

I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers.

Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.

~

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 68 – 2/22/2017

Named Freely Flowing February 22 2017 Heart Open Swans Reflection

on this day of the 22nd, a day vibrating at the frequency of grace, i turn to the familiar tale of hamsa or humso, beautiful swan embodying grace while chanting so hum, i am that… light and love…

once upon a time, little swan was resting in a pool in dreamtime… she looked up and saw a swirling black hole, the biggest one ever… in that moment, dragonfly appeared in the sky and swan inquired about the black hole to which dragonfly told her it is the doorway to the great beyond and to enter you must ask permission and earn the right…

little swan wasn’t sure she wanted to enter the black hole so she asked dragonfly what’s necessary to cross the portal and dragonfly told her she must accept whatever comes just as it is presenced without editing one iota of great spirit’s design…

little swan looked down at her ugly duckling body and replied that she’d graciously accept great spirit’s design and would not resist the currents of the black hole… she affirmed she would surrender to divine flow trusting in the present moment… her answer pleased dragonfly who began to spin a spell of magic engulfing little swan in a whirpool in the center of the pond…

when swan reappeared days later, she was transformed into a beautiful being of grace… dragonfly was shocked and wanted to know what had happened to which swan replied that she learned how to surrender to the power of great mystery, to surrender to the grace of the rhythm of the universe…

may we all let go and undam flow…