welcome, well come to day 53 of a season of peace and to a day of watery loving presence re-treat, a day of savoring the quintessence, the essence of our essence… love, sweet love… as i float in the spaciousness of the stillpoint, i re-member a poem that takes us flying on the wings of celestial seaeagle to be lifted like a prayer and to be one long emanation and incantation of lovingkindness…
Eagle Poem
“To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circles in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon, within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.”
~ Joy Harjo ~
traveling this peace pilgrimage through the exterior landscape brings one deeper and deeper into the interior, a coming home to the heart where it is clearer and clearer, moment by moment, that we are always being led… boundless love, co-hearts…