Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 304 – 10/16/2021

ah, righteousness is restored today on victory day, the tenth day following the nine nights, navaratri, a major hindu festival celebrating nine manifestations of the goddess Durga and honoring the power and grace of divine mother over nine nights and ten days…

  with our still being in such an intense right of passage, i love each season taking nine nights to connect with Durga in her fierce love manifestation, the form that removes fear, separation and negativity from our lives, the energy that calls us into acting affirmatively for the web of life…

thank you Durga for helping me/us remain wide-open like the sky, fertile like the earth,  unshakable like a mountain, shining like a flame and lucid like a crystal in the face of  turbulent waters threatening loss of  connection…

thank you Durga for whispering to let it be, you are in flow wherever you go, surely you know there is only flow… a moment of crisis brings us to our knees, a perfect place to re-lease… all illusions of separation transmuted now into the field of unification… returning home to the watery womb of creation, resurrected now from the dark tomb of separation…

thank you dear Durga for bringing good fortune, protection and blessings into the web of life so that we may all walk in beauty before us, behind us, beside us, below us, above us, within us, surrounding us…

“You Reading This, Be Ready”

“Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?

Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?

When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life.

What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?”

~ William Stafford ~

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 303 – 10/15/2021

“The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation. When everything is lost, and all seems darkness, there comes the new life and all that is needed,”

~ Joseph Campbell ~

there seems to be something so potent in the rhythm of the autumnal/vernal web of life, especially around the ides, mid-month… as we continue to experience the outer dark night collectively at the close of this era, i feel the imperative to remind us, especially myself on this day of low energy that balances out the previous 2 and 1/2 days of elevated energy, that when we listen deeply we can hear the even more beautiful world breathing and to act like a squirrel by gathering the quintessence and calling in Porcupine Goddess to share an ancient wisdom story illuminating the place i and we find myself and ourselves…

long ago, in the coldest winter ever, many of our relations were dying… we of the porcupine council met and decided we’d nestle together to keep warm and stay alive… alas, we were warm but the quills of our neighbors were wounding us, so we decided to separate from each other to relieve the hurts of living in close quarters… although now we were protected from being wounded, we began to die one by one, alone and frozen cold… faced with our extinction or living as wounded porcupines, we chose wisely – deciding to return to being together… we learned to live with wounds caused by being in close relationship to receive the greater benefit of the warmth that comes from others. this way, we were able to not only survive but also to thrive; to flourish in regenerative cycles organically arising from the harmony sung by the implicate order…

may we be as wise as our porcupine relations real-eye-sing, re-membering interdependence, the way of the  openheart, is the way…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 302 – 10/14/2021

the rain spirits have returned to the pacific northwest with a thousand thousand fold water drops falling from the vast skysea to kiss our earth mother, grow our trees, flowing love into everything, everything dancing in rhythm with the falling rain, the clean-sing rain, the healing/wholing waters of dan-sing rainbow mystery with our one heart resonating at the frequency of universal/multiversal cosmic love…

the rain spirits are whispering to re-member… on this very day six years ago following a devastating injury to my fire eye, the high priests of eye healing shared how eyes heal delicately and do not form scar tissue over the wound as that would block out light from entering and so no seeing on the outside… how mind blowing to real-eyes that our eyes, like everything else, know exactly how to heal… this re-membering transports me right to beloved rumi…

“the wound is the place where the light enters you…”

and to Leonard Cohen…

“There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”

these words move us right into Leonard’s song, “Come Healing” completing the timeless wisdom shared today from the rain spirits and rumi and the high priests on the journey into wholeness we share with all our relatives…

O, gather up the brokenness
Bring it to me now
The fragrance of those promises
You never dared to vow

The splinters that you carried
The cross you left behind
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind

And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb

Behold the gates of mercy
In arbitrary space
And none of us deserving
Of cruelty or the grace

O, solitude of longing
Where love has been confined
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind

O, see the darkness yielding That tore the light apart
Come healing of the reason
Come healing of the heart

O, troubled dust concealing
An undivided love
The heart beneath is teaching
To the broken heart above

And let the heavens falter
Let the earth proclaim
Come healing of the altar
Come healing of the name

O, longing of the branches
To lift the little bud
O, longing of the arteries
To purify the blood

And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb

O let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 301 – 10/13/2021

the rain spirits have returned to the pacific northwest so today’s a perfect day to cocoon and sync into the rhythm of the newborn/wise old sage of wonder and wisdom to mirror peace and all is well energy…

this reverie sparks re-membering Joanna Macy’s recounting of the twelve centuries old Tibetan Buddhist prophecy as told to her by her teacher of the mystical land of peace and harmony which rises when the world is in danger of annihilating itself through greed and corruption known as shambala…

“There comes a time when all life on Earth is in danger. Barbarian powers have arisen. Although they waste their wealth in preparations to annihilate each other, they have much in common: weapons of unfathomable devastation and technologies that lay waste the world. It is now, when the future of all beings hangs by the frailest of threads, that the kingdom of Shambhala emerges.

Now you can’t go there because it is not a place. It exists in the hearts and minds of the Shambhala Warriors. And you can’t tell a Shambhala Warrior by looking at her and him. The time is coming said Rinpoche when great courage is required of the Shambhala warriors, moral courage and physical courage and that’s because they are going to go right into the heart of the barbarian powers to dismantle their weapons.”

ah, yes, today is perfect for bathing, purifying in the waterfalls of compassion and gathering the quintessence to adventure right into the heart of dominance consciousness to de-colonize crumbling structures and co-create an interbeing consciousness of  true peace, a story to share with all children of the earth of why we come here… to be siddhizens of shambala – wise, courageous, compassionate peacemakers/ healers using the sacred tools to first de-colonize and purify our consciousness and then role model that in every moment for all to feel and see… blessed be!

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 300 – 10/12/2021

on this 6th Night of the Nine Nights of the Goddess and the 300th of this 8th year of the PPP, we pray asking for good fortune and longevity in our lives:

we offer our love and gratitude to the sixth Navaratri Goddess… we pray for your protection and blessings on this sixth night of Navaratri… you are our Divine Mother and as your children we ask that you bless us with good fortune, prosperity, and a long, joyful life…

how synchronistic that on this day of asking for blessings of good fortune and a day on the pilgrimage, like every other, of living hell yes!, aka dancing wholeheartedly, towards all that strengthens our wings, i may have come to the moment of fledging that is being emphatically called for immediately in what had appeared to be an almost impossible situation and i am re-membering that six years ago (so many lifetimes!), my eye surgeon says he’s never seen such a miraculous recovery, that no one else with such a traumatic injury has any vision which reminds me of years ago doctors calling me a walking miracle; i’ve only got got in excess of 25 more such stories… so, life is moving fortuitously here in Portalandia even amidst all the turbulence and transition and i feel my clipped wings regenerating gracefully as they prepare to take flight… thank you, thank you, thank you for all the blessings, nods and winks re-heartening me in this moment of eternity to a timeless truth – all is in our favor…

just as this beautiful creature began as an independent single imaginal cell and ran to meet and connect with other imaginal cells to form a cluster resonating at the same frequency and becoming an interdependent multiple imaginal cell, may we join together as beloved communion of imagination  to transform and meet these challenging times…

dancing wholeheartedly with more and more loving presence, more and more trust and more and more surrender into the river of divine flow and towards all that strengthens our wild wings…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 299 – 10/11/2021

as Changing Woman dons her seasonal robes shifting the colors of the landscape, do you feel the shifting of both inner and outer earth plates moving us from living a domination colonization consciousness to celebrating an embodied, relational, holistic, sacred way of being in harmony with the web of life on this day of honoring the indigenous?

where we… respect natural laws, live in reciprocity with our earth mother, live within capacity, respect the sacredness of all our relations, of nature as a sanctuary that fills our every need, listen to the voice of the first peoples on this indigenous peoples day whose ear to the past and eye to the future grounds them in the present moment as a fractal of every moment…

this ecological tipping moment where their call to action to stand for our water and air and trees is ever so timely and so critical… no more polluting water, cutting down trees, digging out oil for oil is earth mother’s blood and if we dig it, creation will die…

listen now to this letter to the people written by Chief Seattle…

“The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky, the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air or the spark of the water, then how can you buy them? Every part of this Earth is sacred to my people; every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people. We know the sap that courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are a part of the Earth, and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our relations. The bear, the deer, the great eagle: these are our relations. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and the human all belong to the same family.

The shining water that moves from the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each ghostly reflection in the lakes tells of memories in the life of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my ancestors. The rivers are our relations. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So, you must give to the rivers the kindness you would give to anyone.

If we sell you our land remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all of the life it supports. The wind that gave our elders their first breaths also receives their last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So, if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where people can go and taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children: that the Earth is our mother? What befalls the Earth, befalls all the children of the Earth. This we know: the Earth does not belong to humankind; we belong to the Earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Humans did not weave the web of life; we are merely a strand of it. Whatever we do to the Earth, we do to ourselves. One thing we know: our God is also your God. The Earth is precious to our Creator, and to harm the Earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of people and the view of the ripe hills is blotted by talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone. Where will the eagle be? Gone. The end of living and the beginning of survival!

When the last red people have vanished and our memory is but the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

We love this Earth as a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your memory the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children and love it as God loves us all. As we are part of the land, you too are a part of the land. As the Earth is precious to us, so is it precious to you.

One thing we know: there is only one God. No people, be they red or white, can be apart. We are siblings after all.”

as we all share the blood of the first mother and so are children of one blood, let us come together in solidarity with the wisdom and ways of an embodied, wholistic consciousness of living in harmony simultaneously referencing past and future informing our actions in the here and the now to live well with deep reverence and close to the ground in sacred relationship with our mothership… deep bows and thousand fold thanks to the indigenous people who hold the dream of the earth so sacredly… an important reparation to the indigenous which would be perfect for the honoring is to end the Line 3 pipeline today…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 298 – 10/10/2021

Happy 95th Day of Continuation, Thay!

i love Thay’s 95th Day of Continuation falling on this moment of eternity of celebrating the astonishing light of interbeing, yes, i real-eyes his birthday is the 11th but it is already the 11th in Vietnam and every day is a day of celebrating the life of this wise teacher… thousand fold thanks for a lifetime of teaching us and showing us the way, of being peace, of walking our talk and being an example for others, for introducing us to the miracle of mindfulness, for always being love and being present in the present moment, wonderful moment… may we all mindfully breathe with you in every precious moment… may we re-member we have arrived and are home in beloved community… let’s anchor this beautiful moment  of celebrating the astonishing light of interbeing with Thay’s words from The Heart of Understanding: Commentaries on the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra…

“If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow; and without trees, we cannot make paper. The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. If the cloud is not here, the sheet of paper cannot be here either. So we can say that the cloud and the paper inter-are. “Interbeing” is a word that is not in the dictionary yet, but if we combine the prefix “inter-” with the verb “to be,” we have a new verb, inter-be. Without a cloud and the sheet of paper inter-are.

If we look into this sheet of paper even more deeply, we can see the sunshine in it. If the sunshine is not there, the forest cannot grow. In fact, nothing can grow. Even we cannot grow without sunshine. And so, we know that the sunshine is also in this sheet of paper. The paper and the sunshine inter-are. And if we continue to look, we can see the logger who cut the tree and brought it to the mill to be transformed into paper. And we see the wheat. We now the logger cannot exist without his daily bread, and therefore the wheat that became his bread is also in this sheet of paper. And the logger’s father and mother are in it too. When we look in this way, we see that without all of these things, this sheet of paper cannot exist.

Looking even more deeply, we can see we are in it too. This is not difficult to see, because when we look at a sheet of paper, the sheet of paper is part of our perception. Your mind is in here and mine is also. So we can say that everything is in here with this sheet of paper. You cannot point out one thing that is not here-time, space, the earth, the rain, the minerals in the soil, the sunshine, the cloud, the river, the heat. Everything co-exists with this sheet of paper. That is why I think the word inter-be should be in the dictionary. “To be” is to inter-be. You cannot just be by yourself alone. You have to inter-be with every other thing. This sheet of paper is, because everything else is.

Suppose we try to return one of the elements to its source. Suppose we return the sunshine to the sun. Do you think that this sheet of paper will be possible? No, without sunshine nothing can be. And if we return the logger to his mother, then we have no sheet of paper either. The fact is that this sheet of paper is made up only of “non-paper elements.” And if we return these non-paper elements to their sources, then there can be no paper at all. Without “non-paper elements,” like mind, logger, sunshine and so on, there will be no paper. As thin as this sheet of paper is, it contains everything in the universe in it.”

may we all re-member the truth of our interbeing and thousand fold thanks for being an astonishing light of our one cosmic heart…

 

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 297 – 10/9/2021

Happy 81st Day of Continuation, John!

on the day we honor the birth of John Lennon, we also honor the day of miracles, the  birth of Guru Ram Das and so many more… today’s walk on the wild side is resting in an open strawberry field out beyond, a breathing space, a visionary place to commit acts of imagination on this ground of shifting sands, dreamscape of unknowing where we dream our collective dream forward of living in the moment in peace sharing our world as one…

naturally arising from our communal wellspring, is this image as in imagine, imagination of our imagining peace, a world living as one in this moment where there are no countries, no borders, no strangers, no wars, no religions, no possessions, no greed, no hunger, no homelessness… imagine all our relations living this moment in peace, sharing our astonishing light of being with every breath…

as we all come together in this moment to commit acts of imagination, may we live the PPP’s call to intend peace for a moment each and every day at 4:44 wherever you are in the world creating a continuous cosmic peace wave and John’s, ever so relevant for today, call to action expressed in the words of his song…

Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well you get on your feet
And out on the street

Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

A million workers working for nothing
You better give ’em what they really own
We got to put you down
When we come into town

Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

I gotta ask you comrades and brothers
How do you treat you own woman back home
She got to be herself
So she can free herself

Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Now, now, now, now
Oh well, power to the people

Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

Yeah, power to the people Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

~

peace out!/peace in! every outbreath a dismembering/emptying, every inbreath a re-membering/fullfilling…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 296 – 10/8/2021

“Each of us is a moving center, a space of divine mystery. And though we spend most of our time on the surface in the daily details of ordinary existence, most us hunger to connect to this space within, to break through to bliss, to be swept away into something bigger than us…”

~ Gabrielle Roth ~

yes, the caravan of re-joy-sing, a merry band of imaginal cells, is on the move in this moment of eternity returning to the ocean of being depths to dance rainbow mystery as we descend down the rabbit hole, the wormhole, the vortex of the stilling wave into the cave of the heart…

trusting in beloved, we have the courage to transmute our wound of abandonment into a leaping with wild abandon into the truth frequency of the cosmos – uncertainty – as we journey on the pathless path of heart guided by the inner muse of wisdom who whispers…

Surrender Imagine Metammorphose Plunge Lightly into Equanimity

thanks bee for this day of living simply… experiencing wind song, water song, earth song and birdsong in the blessed silence of our one sacred, still heart…

thanks bee for this day of slowing down, softening, re-membering, sauntering in beauty deeper and deeper into the core, feeling the plates of the earth continuing their millions of years of shifting and morphing as the waters of life carve arteries of flow delivering us into this moment, this beautiful moment of breathing in the rhythm of divine mystery syncing with whatever is present real-eye-sing all is well…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 295 – 10/7/2021

may it be so… may righteousness be restored… today, we begin the transformational journey of navaratri, a major hindu festival celebrating nine manifestations of the goddess Durga and honoring the power and grace of divine mother over the next nine nights and ten days…

whenever we run into some powerful whitewater, some turbulence, it’s good to connect with Durga in her fierce love manifestation, the form that removes entrapments and negativity from our lives and brings the illumination we are into fuller real-eye-zation…

thank you Durga for helping us remain wide-open like the sky, fertile like the earth,  unshakable like a mountain, shining like a flame and lucid like a crystal in the face of turbulent waters threatening loss of  connection…

thank you Durga for whispering to let it be, we are in flow wherever we go, surely we know there is only flow… a moment of crisis brings us to our knees, a perfect place to re-lease… all illusions of separation transmuted now into the field of unification… returning home to the watery womb of creation, resurrected now from the dark tomb of separation… strengthened in your power, Durga, of fierce determination and fearlessness…

thank you dear Durga for bringing good fortune, protection and blessings into the web of life…

may we be as wise Durga who teaches and shows us that we belong to each other helping us realize interdependence, the way of the heart, is the way…

in this moment of eternity, Divine Mother is so present on the earth mother… hear her hum as you tune into the rhythm of the cosmos… breathe in the Goddess through your heart, she is the power of consciousness, the miracle performing intelligence, the generator of compassion for all, the mother lion protectress, the blessing benefactress… and as we close, let us activate this consciousness and invoke her power of love with the mantra, Om Dhoom Durgayai Namaha…