“I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star…” ~ Rumi ~

ah yes, now is the moment to dream of the seeds to plant soon enough, the seeds for the dreaming moonth, the potentials for this new year of transformation, this decade of destiny and beyond…  like you, i’m an organic gardener of the heart intending on continuing to plant seeds of devotion: peace and love and joy and harmony and beauty and wisdom and simplicity and humility…  what seeds will you be planting and cultivating and watering with love?

as i dream riotously in the underground, just as i can see the sunflower seeds in full bloom, i also see the blossoming of an intention and commitment to be in wholehearted communion with the cosmos as i wander in wonder in every moment being more and more loving presence and more and more trust and more and more surrender or softening into what is… here in the dream lodge, the cave of the womb of inner knowing  where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… everything shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… dormancy deepens trust in invisible flowering already organically unfolding in the rhythm of beloved…

how i love this pathless path, this totally awesome weaving of the web of life by grandmother spider breathed into form/formlessness by great mystery…

“All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. … Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn’t, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn’t. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it…” ~ Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge

as we take true refuge in the moment, we are everything simply by being in the moment where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… true refuge deepens trust in the invisible flowering already organically unfolding in rhythm with beloved…

“…help me to live this day quietly, peacefully. To lean upon Thy great strength trustfully, restfully. To wait for the unfolding of Thy will patiently, serenely. To meet others peacefully, joyously…” ~ St Francis ~

“I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star…” ~ Rumi ~

still under the radiation of the dark moon, now is the moment of eternity to dream of the seeds to plant, the seeds of the new moon, the potentials for the new year, the decade of the roaring twenties destiny and beyond…  like you, i’m an organic gardener of the heart intending on continuing to plant seeds of devotion and humility, peace and love , joy and harmony, beauty and liberation and wisdom and simplicity…  what seeds will you be planting and cultivating and watering with love?

as i dream riotously in the underground, just as i can see the sunflower seeds in full bloom, i also see the blossoming of an intention and commitment to be in wholehearted communion with the cosmos as i wander in wonder in every moment being more and more loving presence and more and more trust and more and more surrender or softening into what is… here in the dream lodge, the cave of the womb of inner knowing  where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… everything shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… dormancy deepens trust in invisible flowering already organically unfolding in the rhythm of beloved…

how magnetic is this pathless path, this totally awesome weaving of the web of life by grandmother spider who’s breathed into form/formlessness by great mystery…

“All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. … Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn’t, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn’t. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it…” ~ Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge

as we take true refuge more and more in the moment of eternity where we are everything simply by being in the moment… where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… true refuge deepens trust in the invisible flowering already organically unfolding in rhythm with beloved…

“…help me to live this day quietly, peacefully. To lean upon Thy great strength trustfully, restfully. To wait for the unfolding of Thy will patiently, serenely. To meet others peacefully, joyously…” ~ St Francis ~

“I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star…” ~ Rumi ~

ah yes, now is the moment to dream of the seeds to plant soon enough, the seeds of the new moon, the potentials for the new year, the new decade of destiny and beyond…  like you, i’m an organic gardener of the heart intending on continuing to plant seeds of devotion: peace and love and joy and harmony and beauty and wisdom and simplicity…  what seeds will you be planting and cultivating and watering with love?

as i dream riotously in the underground, just as i can see the sunflower seeds in full bloom, i also see the blossoming of an intention and commitment to be in wholehearted communion with the cosmos as i wander in wonder in every moment being more and more loving presence and more and more trust and more and more surrender or softening into what is… here in the dream lodge, the cave of the womb of inner knowing  where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… everything shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… dormancy deepens trust in invisible flowering already organically unfolding in the rhythm of beloved…

how i love this pathless path, this totally awesome weaving of the web of life by grandmother spider breathed into form/formlessness by great mystery…

“All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. … Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn’t, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn’t. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it…” ~ Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge

as we take true refuge in the moment where we are everything simply by being in the moment… where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… true refuge deepens trust in the invisible flowering already organically unfolding in rhythm with beloved…

“…help me to live this day quietly, peacefully. To lean upon Thy great strength trustfully, restfully. To wait for the unfolding of Thy will patiently, serenely. To meet others peacefully, joyously…” ~ St Francis ~

ah yes, now is the moment to dream of the seeds to plant soon enough, the seeds of the new moon, the potentials for the new year…  like you, i’m a gardener of the heart intending on continuing to plant seeds of devotion of peace and stillness and silence and magic and rainbows…  what seeds will you be planting and cultivating and watering with love?

as i dream riotously in the underground, just as i can see the sunflower seeds in full bloom, i also see the blossoming of an intention and commitment to be in wholehearted communion with the cosmos as i wander in wonder in every moment being more and more loving presence and more and more trust and more and more surrender or softening into what is… here in the dream lodge, the cave of the womb of inner knowing  where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… everything shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… dormancy deepens trust in invisible flowering already organically unfolding in the rhythm of beloved…

how i love this pathless path…

“All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. … Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn’t, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn’t. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it. The other makes you curse your life. One makes you strong…”
― Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge

at 21, i was given heirloom seeds of devotion… at 42, i planted the seeds saying a mantra over them daily about being a midwife of heart consciousness… at 63, i began devotedly tending, caring for, watering, chanting over these seeds in co-llaboration with Beloved and an earth angel…

we are coming to the close of two years of daily practice, another year of surrendering in trust ever more deeply, melting into the divine ever more seamlessly, another year of outer seeing diminishment and inner seeing acceleration…

truly, two years of magic which i define as change in consciousness flowing ever more rapidly and at an increased frequency, two years of being in an altered state more and more and more… two years of real-eye-sing more and more profoundly the grace always washing through us, two years of deep descent, two years of stretching, two years of moving at the speed of light while being perfectly still…

two wild, wilder turns around the radiant sun of planting the seeds of devotion, of being farmers of the heart…

thousandfold thanks for joining us in this daily practice of clean-sing, yes, we are all involved for we all live in the same field and are all breathed into life by the same spirit… deep, deep bows and re-joy-sing in coming home…

ah yes, now is the season to be dreaming of the seeds to plant soon enough, the seeds of the new moon, the potentials for the new year…  like you, i’m a gardener of the heart intending on continuing to plant seeds of devotion and peace and stillness and silence and magic and rainbows…  what seeds will you be planting and cultivating and watering with love?

as i dream riotously in the underground, just as i can see the sunflower seeds in full bloom i also see the blossoming of an intention and commitment to be in wholehearted communion with the cosmos as i wander in wonder in every moment… here in the dream lodge, the cave of the womb of inner knowing  where everything shapeshifts, as do we, into no thing… no attachments, no possessions, no fixed identity… shapeshifting into flow, currents of water, waves of light… dormancy deepens trust in invisible flowering already organically unfolding in the rhythm of beloved…

at 21, i was given heirloom seeds of devotion… at 42, i planted the seeds saying a mantra over them daily about being a midwife of heart consciousness… at 63, i began devotedly tending, caring for, watering, chanting over these seeds in co-llaboration with Beloved and an earth angel… we are coming to the close of a year of daily practice, a year of surrendering, melting into the divine, a year of outer seeing diminishment and inner seeing enhancement… truly, a year of magic which i define as change in consciousness, a year of being in an altered state more and more and more… a year of grace, a year of deep descent, a year of stretching, a year of being still… one wild turn around the sun of planting the seeds of devotion, of being a farmer of the heart…

thousandfold thanks for joining us in this practice, yes, we are all involved for we all live in the same field and are all breathed into life by the same spirit… deep, deep bows, beloveds…