on this next to last day of year one of the poetic peace pilgrimage, this water baby is reflecting on and celebrating this flowing in beauty turn around the sun… a year of breathing in, being water, fire, earth, air, moon, sun, planet, wind…. moment after moment of dancing in the rhythm of the waves of rainbow light… always being love…
amazing journey
flying on wings of beloved
surrendering all
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dying to decay
opening space for what’s here
beautiful being…
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the more deeply i dwell in divine presence continuously chanting make me an instrument of peace and the more wholeheartedly i surrender to love, the more i am taken to places i could not imagine… on this auspicious date, 12-13-14, as i look back over 362 days of tripping, i am so loving the beauty of unfolding mystery…
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.
~Mary Oliver
do you hear the sounds of flowing water song deep within your cavernous being? sit with me in silence breathing in deeply listening… with every breath, we float home just listening for the song of life, water song flowing through us as effortlessly as a leaf on the river rounding the bend…. water singing us home…
Yes, Rumi, i am devotedly following your dictum to be living poetry… 360 days of consciously walking the poetic peace pilgrimage, breathing it in with every step, singing it with every breath, dancing in the rhythm of the divine now breathing me, singing me, dancing me… always flowing in beauty…
ah, yes… in the midst of hibernating like a bear in a cozy dream cave in the dead of winter, i feel more alive than ever and more connected to all our relations and, yes, riotous – what a celebration we are having way down deep in the earth of being… breathing it in again and again and singing out the beauty of the earth, water, wind and light… always being love…
ah yes, a beautiful day with the pilgrimage dancing me on earth softened by rain, blustered by wild winds of indwelling spirits and warmed by inner sun… a day of luxuriating in being curled in my snail shell being ocean flow one with elements and all our relations resting in the play of divinity…
living the simple life
just being in the tiny space
in the center of the wheel
where all is connected, woven together
seamlessly flowing
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today’s pilgrimage is making the dark sea journey down, down, down into the dream caves deep in the watery womb, our ocean home…. breathing in the rhythm of the waves, we go further and further into the ever expanding caves, the ever expanding abundance, true refuge from any and every storm…. breathing deeply in this peace, this stillness, we are home and in a perfect p[ace to take a long, refreshing nap… pleasant dreams!
life is endless conversation…
beginning in awe with what’s close at hand
crawling into amazing spaces, far off places
dreaming of what’s to come
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now, walking is wonder, is walking in wonder
every step a revelation
breathing it in again and again
until… wonder breathes me
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