on the pilgrimage today i am transported by an openhearted leap of faith on my way to a garden of children who sustain this flight with their bubbling enthusiasm for living in harmony with all that is… may we all take this wild and precious moment to tune into the amazement of being, for just this moment breathe in wonder to your 70 billion wild cells and breathe it out awakening fully to this amazing moment…

This is how you change
when you go to the orchard
where the heart opens:

you become
fragrance and the light
that burning oil gives off,

long strands of grieving hair, lion
and at the same time, gazelle.

You’re walking alone without feet,
as riverwater does.

The taste of a wine that is bitter and sweet,
seen and unseen, neither wet nor dry,
like Jesus reaching to touch.

A new road appears without desirous imagining,
inside God’s breath, empty, where you quit saying
the name and there’s no distance,
no calling dove-coo.

A window, a wild rose at the field’s edge,
you’ll be me,
but don’t feel proud or happy.

Bend like the limb of a peach tree.
Tend those who need help.
Disappear three days with the moon.

Don’t pray to be healed, or look for evidence
of “some other world.”
You are the soul
and medicine for what wounds the soul.

~ Rumi ~

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