Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4/4 Years – Day 1/1097 – 12/17/2016

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Happy 1st Flight Day!

113 years ago, 2 brothers from Ohio

journeyed to a strip of sand to take flight across the land

pilgrimage of imagination inspiring our own inner exploration

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on this auspicious day, this high holy day, the first day of my new year and winter soulstice, the 5th anniversary of dwelling in the abundance of infinite love and gratitude and the 3nd anniversary of the Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage, i celebrate this moment, this beautiful moment dancing in the slushy melting snow on the path of devotion, snowy water falling home into vast ocean… listening for the call of the wild emanating from the still wave 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!

 – Jalal-ud-Din Rumi

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Day 1 – December 17, 2014

Happy 1st Flight Day!

Named Jo 1st Flight

111 years ago, 2 brothers from Ohio

journeyed to the Outer Banks

to take flight

So, on this auspicious day, the first day of my new year and the 3rd anniversary of dwelling in the abundance of infinite love and gratitude, i dance the first pilgrimage of this turn around the sun in the land of flight…

Named Divine 17 1st Flight Nags Head 2014 2 011+

what imaginative realms these brothers still open

in all of us yearning to be free

join me in a moment of reverie

Named Emerge N Sea Goddess Free

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!

                                                      – Jalal-ud-Din Rumi