Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 194 – 6/28/2022

“where there is no vision, the people perish…”

proverbs 29:18

welcome, wee come to the mother of all new moons, hear cancer whispering to great mother ocean… it is the moment for rebirth, for new beginnings, for a vastly expanded vision with a deeper and fuller connection of our soul’s desires, for finding our true home – our one heart and opening wider and wider in strength and courage and trust to face and embrace what is with love and wisdom and compassion transmuting the base ingredients into into a harmonious symphony of the sea riding the waves of pure delight and like the new moon rising, we seed the cosmic field with light…

i love this seventh moonth of this turn around the sun and how synchronistic that the cancer new moon is exact in my hood at 7:51 and that this moon is in Cancer at 7 degrees and 23 minutes with both sets of numbers illuminating my birth date – holy synchronicity! in honor of this new moon and its call for self- nurturance and being guided by our one cosmic heart, i share a poem of my deepest desire and values:

A Community of the Spirit

There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.
Open your hands,
if you want to be held.
Sit down in the circle.
Quit acting like a wolf, and feel
the shepherd’s love filling you.
At night, your beloved wanders.
Don’t accept consolations.
Close your mouth against food.
Taste the lover’s mouth in yours.
You moan, “She left me.” “He left me.”
Twenty more will come.
Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.
Flow down and down in always
widening rings of being.”
~Rumi~  

let it be, let it be, let it be… deep bows, beloveds and wild woman moon, for magnetizing us home to om to listen, listen, listen to our heartsong of great mystery…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 189 – 6/23/2017

Named Joyfull June 23 Moon New with Rainbow++

where there is no vision, the people perish…

proverbs 29:18

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welcome to the mother of all new moons, hear cancer whispering to great mother ocean… it is the moment for rebirth, for new beginnings, for a vastly expanded vision with a deeper and fuller connection of our soul’s desires, for finding our true home – our one heart and opening wider and wider in strength and courage and trust to face and embrace what is with love and wisdom and compassion transmuting the base ingredients into into a harmonious symphony of the sea riding the waves of pure delight and like the new moon rising, we seed the cosmic field with light

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Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou
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This contemplation is a gift of love that I AM giving back to source in appreciation for the gift of life abundant…