i love this image, i love seeing beloved as a rainforest showering us with breath, giving us life… so, let’s take this moment to feel beloved breathing us through our one heart flowing right into the stillpoint, our rainforest of being… in this sacred space, we can open our hearts in rhythm with beloved’s flowing breath and feel the suffering of the cosmos and in the silence hear the whispers of what’s ours to do with our out breath…
i love this image, this metaphor returning on this day of pilgrimage when i’m re-membering the conception of the poetic peace pilgrimage as a daily breathing practice in rhythm with flow… i love this image, this metaphor returning on this day of pilgrimage when i awaken in wonder and awe of mystery living the question of what’s inflaming lungs, our lungs, the cosmic lungs…
thank you, beloved, for coming in this moment as beautiful rainforest showering us with healing breath…
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deep within our rainforest
listen for the unremembered chords
of a wider consciousness
where we all swim and breathe in an ocean of love
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listen for the unremembered chords
coursing through the Rainforest Beloved
where we all swim and breathe in an ocean of love
re-membering paradise in the watery womb
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coursing through the Rainforest Beloved
awakening to dreams of a new world breathing
re-membering paradise in the watery womb
reaching out as one and seeing her germinate
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awakening to dreams of a new world breathing
where peace, love and bliss live in each moment
re-membering paradise in the watery womb
what dreams are you living as the new world today?
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Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 3 – Day 207 – 7/10/2016
i love this image, even more, i love seeing beloved as a rainforest showering us with breath, giving us life… so, let’s take this moment to feel beloved breathing us through our one heart flowing right into the stillpoint, our ground of being, oneness… in this sacred space, we can open our hearts in rhythm with beloved’s flowing breath and feel the suffering of the cosmos and in the silence hear the whispers of what’s ours to do with our out breath…
i love this image, this metaphor returning to me on this day of pilgrimage when i’m re-membering the conception of the poetic peace pilgrimage over three years ago as a daily breathing practice in rhythm with flow… i love this image, this metaphor returning on this day of pilgrimage when i awaken in wonder and awe of mystery on the eleventh day of living the question of what’s inflaming my lungs, our lungs, the cosmic lungs…
thank you, beloved, for coming in this moment as beautiful rainforest showering us with healing breath…