welcome to day 8 of a season of peace… come sit with me here in the field out beyond taking in the beauty of this sacred moment of eternity…

it is said it only takes 144,000 sentient beings to hear the call and turn toward el canto hondo, the deep soul song, the dream of the earth to establish a re-newed paradigm of reality singing in the frequency of harmony throughout the ocean of being…

how i love meeting you in this field of what we deeply value, this sacred space of interconnectedness…

here, we witness and celebrate this collective hearing of and following the call to come back home to spirit, to dissolve into spirit, to be so at one with spirit that all borders vanish… we are present as love, the animating energy of all that is, the saving grace that simply opens the door to love… trusting that in this surrendering, this softening, this turning toward pachamama, the unifying spirit breathing all our relatives alive, we are transported to the stillpoint, the place of creation where the dance of the new begins…

in this moment of eternity as we return home to spirit and dissolve into be so at one that all borders vanish between me and thee, we come in gratitude offering our pains and suffering to be used as compost to nourish the earth… we come as love, the animating energy of all that is and knock on the door asking this door to open to love, simply open… in this trusting, this surrendering, this turning we are transported to the stillpoint where the dance begins, yes, we’re coming back… and, we sit with suffering endured this day by the people of Turkey and Syria and with all others whose lives have been overturned and we send them love and stand with all relations in the subtle unitive field where we are one…

“Give light and people will find the way.”

~Ella Baker, Activist~

welcome to day 8 of a season of peace and what an 8 day, an alpha and omega day, a be all/end all day, an exquisite day  of experiencing the soul knowing the geography, a day of silencio and stillness and trusting in the kindness of the rhythm of the cosmic journey…

yes to the ever deepening and expansive shift into heart consciousness, to the ever more graceful dolphin dance with the energies of the cosmos, the ebb and the flow charting the course…

on this day of both hearing the cries of the world  and of feeling the quickening of collective birth pangs, i turn to kuan yin, goddess of compassion, protector of women, children, sailors, fishermen, anyone in trouble, and the sick, disabled, and poor… she who walks the boddhisattva path foregoing enlightenment until all sentient beings are liberated and free from suffering…

according to legend, kwan yin tried so strenuously to alleviate the suffering of all beings that her head split into eleven pieces… buddha awarded her eleven heads with which to hear the cries of the world and when she heard all the cries and reached out to address the needs of so many, her two arms shattered… now, buddha gives her a thousand arms to offer her compassion to all…

may our one heart remain always open being lovingkindness to all and may we all reside in the peace passing all understanding real-i-sing the beauty of our true nature of joy, el canto hondo, the deep song dwelling in the river below the river, the river of joy…

welcome to day 8 of a season of peace and what an 8 day, an alpha and omega day, a be all/end all day, a day of silencio and stillness, a day of feeling the kindness of rhythm on the pilgrimage…. a day of hearing the cries of the world rising in frequency and intensity, a day of feeling the quickening of collective birth pangs, a day of gathering with midwives to co-llaborate on empowering space for dreams, encouraging strength to take one more step, celebrating the new/old song gestating, trusting in the call of soul…

and, so, i turn to kuan yin, goddess of compassion, protector of women, children, sailors, fishermen, anyone in trouble, and the sick, disabled, and poor… she who walks the boddhisattva path foregoing enlightenment until all sentient beings are liberated and free from suffering…

according to legend, kwan yin tried so strenuously to alleviate the suffering of all beings that her head split into eleven pieces… buddha awarded her eleven heads with which to hear the cries of the world and when she heard all the cries and reached out to address the needs of so many, her two arms shattered… now, buddha gives her a thousand arms to offer her compassion to all…

may our one heart remain always open being lovingkindness to all and may we all reside in the peace passing all understanding real-i-sing the beauty of our true nature of joy…

welcome to day 8 of a season of peace and what an 8 day, an alpha and omega day, a be all/end all day, an exquisite day  of experiencing the soul knowing the geography and trusting in the kindness of the rhythm of the cosmic journey…

yes to the ever deepening and expansive shift into heart consciousness, to the ever more graceful dolphin dance with the energies of the cosmos, the ebb and the flow charting the course…

on this day of both hearing the cries of the world  and of feeling the quickening of collective birth pangs, i turn to kuan yin, goddess of compassion, protector of women, children, sailors, fishermen, anyone in trouble, and the sick, disabled, and poor… she who walks the boddhisattva path foregoing enlightenment until all sentient beings are liberated and free from suffering…

according to legend, kwan yin tried so strenuously to alleviate the suffering of all beings that her head split into eleven pieces… buddha awarded her eleven heads with which to hear the cries of the world and when she heard all the cries and reached out to address the needs of so many, her two arms shattered… now, buddha gives her a thousand arms to offer her compassion to all…

“Remember the clear light,

The pure clear white light

From which everything in the universe comes,

To which everything in the universe returns;

The original nature of your own mind.

The natural state of the universe unmanifest.

Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it.

It is your own true nature, it is home.”

 ~ The Tibetan Book Of The Dead ~