Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 169 – 6/3/2018

thank you river of life for teaching us that WAre The Eternal Radiance, that Water is Life, that water renews life and is the womb of the birth-death-rebirth cycle we are always flowing in… what a moon of baptism, a month of celebrating plunging into rainbow mystery, into the deeps of the ocean of being, the boundless spaciousness of the stillpoint where there’s only the dance….

All meaningful change requires a genuine surrender. Yet, to surrender does not simply mean to give up; more to give up one’s usual self and allow something other to enter and redeem the lesser sense of self. In surrendering, we fall to the bottom of our arguments and seek to touch the origin of our lives again. Only then can we see as we were meant to see, from the depth of the psyche where the genius resides, where the seeds of wisdom and purpose were planted before we were born. We fall in order to find what has secretly carried us all along and would now become consciously known.

In genuine surrender, we arrive at a silent place, a still point within the turmoil of life; the place of baptism and renewal. Baptism is one of the oldest rituals of humanity, one that involves an immersion in the waters of life in order to revive the vitality of one’s being. Baptism requires a symbolic return to the watery womb of the world, a return to primordial origins in order to briefly dissolve the fixations of the personality and renew one’s spirit for life. Such an immersion requires a surrender that can feel like death. In a sense, part of us does die as we let go of our current form of “halfness” in order to feel whole. Baptism repeats the archetypal pattern of birth, death, and rebirth as a “little death” is needed for a greater rejuvenation and resurgence to occur…

Any meaningful descent can be felt by the soul as an attempt to renew oneself by touching the origins of life again. The ego fears that it will die or disappear in the waters of the deep unconscious. But the soul knows that any descent in life can become a potential baptism that will return us to the full potential at the origin of our lives—back there at the beginning; down there near the source, where the underlying unity of life waits to be found and be touched again…

Something ancient in us bends us toward the origins of the whole thing. We either drown in the splits and confusions of our lives, or we surrender to something greater than ourselves. The water of our deepest troubles is also the water of our own solution. In surrender, we descend down to the bottom of it and back to the beginning of it; down into what is divided in order to get back to the wholeness before the split, all healing seeks what alone can truly unify our spirit.

~ Michael Meade, “The Genius Myth” ~

may we be baptized to live wholeheartedly as if this moment is the last in this incarnation… to love with wild abandon… to laugh from a deep well of joy…

namaste, beloveds…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 168 – 6/2/2018

journeying in an awakened way today back to the garden feeling in every wild cell we are stardust and golden tuned into cosmic hum and attuning to soul song – such a lovely frequency this sounding/resounding of birdsong inspiring the courage to show up wholeheartedly for  the path with heart, to sing the soul song, to be poetic peace pilgrim with every breath…

being in rippling circles of love is a dance of grace where we are joined by beautiful souls also choosing to walk in this sacred way – how i love being in this moment with you…

thousandfold thanks for blessing this day with gifts, lessons, loving awareness and friends…

may our energy flow be a blessing to all co-hearts on the path…

may we be centered and open facing each moment with lovingkindness and compassion…

may we honor and reverence this moment, this life…

i’m re-member that this day in the cycles of life is about real-eye-sing in a deeper way the interconnection of all that is as well as the day, a year ago, that the usa pulled out of the paris accords… behind tears is still the seed of hope that this disastrous decision will pull us together into meaningful contemplation, dialogue and  action… under the tears, is the river of joy always flowing and watering the earth of our being, our beautiful island home… let me close this day of returning to the garden by breathing in her beauty and breathing out re-joy-sing…

In Praise of the Earth

Let us bless
The imagination of the Earth.
That knew early the patience
To harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm,
Ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging
Among the stillness of land.

And how light knew to nurse
The growth until the face of the Earth
Brightened beneath a vision of color.

When the ages of ice came
And sealed the Earth inside
An endless coma of cold,
The heart of the Earth held hope,
Storing fragments of memory,
Ready for the return of the sun.

Let us thank the Earth
That offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm
To walk in space open
To infinite galaxies.

Let us salute the silence
And certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness,
Their dream-filled hearts.

The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed’s self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.

The humility of the Earth
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth.

The kindness of the Earth,
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
Into the final stillness.

Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty.

Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.

That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.

~ John O’Donohue ~

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 167 – 6/1/2018

i have arrived

i am home

welcome to journeying in an awakened way on the path of transformation june where we move even more deeply into the sacred space of wholehearted open spaciousness… grounded in and connected to the stillness in the core of being, dynamically present and open to the fluid present moment, to what is, feeling the deep peace and joy of the running wave dissolving us into the atmosphere, rebirthing us into the new beginning that’s been unfolding since the beginning…

Searching for the Dharma
You’ve traveled up ten thousand steps in search of the Dharma.
So many long days in the archives, copying, copying.
The gravity of the Tang and the profundity of the Sung
make heavy baggage.
Here! I’ve picked you a bunch of wildflowers.
Their meaning is the same
but they’re much easier to carry.
~ Xu Yun ~

here’s to walking each other home hand in hand with the eyes of a mother greeting her precious newborn…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 166 – 5/31/2018

how fitting that today is world meditation day on this moment of closing the circle on the magical, magnificent, meditative, merry, miraculous, momentous, musical, mysterious month of mahalo may… a moon of continuous contemplation, of mindful meditation, of  beautiful silence and stillness alive every breath with the birth of dancing stars, of being gentle breeze… flowing water… sheltering arms… deep roots… rising sun of awakening… setting sun of rainbow colors… breathing in and out like the rhythm of waves like the waxing and waning luna of dreams…

entering the gate, the doorway to our one heart, letting go into true emptiness, meditating this moment of peace fully, meeting it as our friend, home, belonging space, sat nam, true identity…

Call Me by My True Names

Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time
to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to
Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea
pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and
loving.

I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my
hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to, my
people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all
walks of life.
My pain if like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.

Thich Nhat Hanh

blessing the space between us as we journey deeper into  sacred mystery walking each other home, the pilgrimage to our one heart…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 165 – 5/30/2018

when we are love’s frequency, we all live in harmony…

flow, a rhythm we are in

ray, a band of colored light

be, the change you want to see

ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

aho, aho, aho, aho

ah, a breath into our belly

tea, our holy communion wine

that will bring us back to

flow, a rhythm we are in…

~

holy synchronicity, batpeople!

this is the fifth straight year of on this day being on a parallel pilgrimage, of gathering in circle to hear spirit in the gentle breeze and flowing water, in the heartbeat of the drum and the voices of the elders, in the echoes of ancient memories reverberating inside… today, we celebrate what is… we are one people breathed alive through our one singing heart… receiving the knowing of how to freely be… moving fluidly through sacred mystery…

may we arrive with every breath into love’s frequency vibrating in the rhythm  of loving kindness and harmony…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 164 – 5/29/2018

such a day of mahalo… arise with the full moon of may to celebrate sister moon, this full moon in may under which Buddha was born, enlightened and died, this moon of  transfigurative potency giving us the power to be fully alive in every wild cell, this beautiful gift of gathering in sangha to listen deeply for and to el canto hondo, the deep song emanating from the river below the river, sacred wellspring of soul song…

let us join together to call in the five elements to purify us, to sanctify us, to gather the quintessence… pure love…

~

may we be filled with lovingkindness

may we be well

may we be peaceful and at ease

may we be happy

~

thousandfold thanks for this full moon of illumination, this water pitcher pouring forth healing elixir  on all that is…

may we open more than ever before to receiving everything as blessing into the earth of being and radiating light and love in the all that is with every breath…

may we walk in wonder with every step on this most powerful full moon of the year, the moon when Buddha was born, enlightened, and died, invoking light and love unceasingly…

may we know in every wild cell we are the eternal radiance…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 163 – 5/28/2018

Memorial Day is when Americans honor those in the armed services who died. This year, it has come to my attention that Memorial Day was first commemorated by African Americans in Charleston, SC after the civil war ended. Memorial Day falls this year on the day before the 101st birthday of our 35th President, JFK, who fell while serving the causes of peace and nuclear disarmament. While still in the energy of a  Memorial Day Peace Vigil, i post some stirring words of his that still ring so true today and are taken from a 1961 address to the United Nations:

Today, every inhabitant of this planet must contemplate the day when this planet may no longer be habitable. Every man, woman and child lives under a nuclear sword of Damocles, hanging by the slenderest of threads, capable of being cut at any moment by accident or miscalculation or by madness. The weapons of war must be abolished before they abolish us. It is therefore our intention to challenge the Soviet Union, not to an arms race, but to a peace race – to advance together step by step, stage by stage, until general and complete disarmament has been achieved.

In June of 1963 in a Commencement Address at American University, JFK delivered A Strategy for Peace:

…I have, therefore, chosen this time and this place to discuss a topic on which ignorance too often abounds and the truth is too rarely perceived–yet it is the most important topic on earth: world peace.

What kind of peace do I mean? What kind of peace do we seek? Not a Pax Americana enforced on the world by American weapons of war. Not the peace of the grave or the security of the slave. I am talking about genuine peace, the kind of peace that makes life on earth worth living, the kind that enables men and nations to grow and to hope and to build a better life for their children–not merely peace for Americans but peace for all men and women–not merely peace in our time but peace for all time.

I speak of peace because of the new face of war. Total war makes no sense in an age when great powers can maintain large and relatively invulnerable nuclear forces and refuse to surrender without resort to those forces. It makes no sense in an age when a single nuclear weapon contains almost ten times the explosive force delivered by all of the allied air forces in the Second World War. It makes no sense in an age when the deadly poisons produced by a nuclear exchange would be carried by wind and water and soil and seed to the far corners of the globe and to generations yet unborn.

Today the expenditure of billions of dollars every year on weapons acquired for the purpose of making sure we never need to use them is essential to keeping the peace. But surely the acquisition of such idle stockpiles–which can only destroy and never create–is not the only, much less the most efficient, means of assuring peace.

I speak of peace, therefore, as the necessary rational end of rational men. I realize that the pursuit of peace is not as dramatic as the pursuit of war–and frequently the words of the pursuer fall on deaf ears. But we have no more urgent task.

Some say that it is useless to speak of world peace or world law or world disarmament-and that it will be useless until the leaders of the Soviet Union adopt a more enlightened attitude. I hope they do. I believe we can help them do it. But I also believe that we must reexamine our own attitude–as individuals and as a Nation–for our attitude is as essential as theirs. And every graduate of this school, every thoughtful citizen who despairs of war and wishes to bring peace, should begin by looking inward–by examining his own attitude toward the possibilities of peace, toward the Soviet Union, toward the course of the cold war and toward freedom and peace here at home.

First: Let us examine our attitude toward peace itself. Too many of us think it is impossible. Too many think it unreal. But that is a dangerous, defeatist belief. It leads to the conclusion that war is inevitable–that mankind is doomed–that we are gripped by forces we cannot control.

We need not accept that view. Our problems are manmade–therefore, they can be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings. Man’s reason and spirit have often solved the seemingly unsolvable–and we believe they can do it again.

I am not referring to the absolute, infinite concept of universal peace and good will of which some fantasies and fanatics dream. I do not deny the value of hopes and dreams but we merely invite discouragement and incredulity by making that our only and immediate goal.

Let us focus instead on a more practical, more attainable peace–based not on a sudden revolution in human nature but on a gradual evolution in human institutions–on a series of concrete actions and effective agreements which are in the interest of all concerned. There is no single, simple key to this peace–no grand or magic formula to be adopted by one or two powers. Genuine peace must be the product of many nations, the sum of many acts. It must be dynamic, not static, changing to meet the challenge of each new generation. For peace is a process–a way of solving problems.

With such a peace, there will still be quarrels and conflicting interests, as there are within families and nations. World peace, like community peace, does not require that each man love his neighbor–it requires only that they live together in mutual tolerance, submitting their disputes to a just and peaceful settlement. And history teaches us that enmities between nations, as between individuals, do not last forever. However fixed our likes and dislikes may seem, the tide of time and events will often bring surprising changes in the relations between nations and neighbors.

So let us persevere. Peace need not be impracticable, and war need not be inevitable. By defining our goal more clearly, by making it seem more manageable and less remote, we can help all peoples to see it, to draw hope from it, and to move irresistibly toward it…

~

yes, let us persevere and move irresistibly toward peace…

namaste’

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 162 – 5/27/2018

four years ago, maya angelou, an astonishing light of being, was released to always be our rainbow bird and sing of love, peace and joy freely across the cosmic sky… as i return from a 24 hour peace chanting vigil, i smile  at the synchronicity of the rhythms of life with today being such a perfect moment to re-member and celebrate maya on this astonishing lightness of being day with a profound poem on peace she read at the United Nation’s 50th anniversary in 1995…

A Brave and Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

~Maya Angelou~

yes, may we come to it real-eye-sing our true nature as a rainbow sea of  love energy…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 161 – 5/26/2018

i circle around

i circle around

the boundaries of the earth

wearing my long wing feathers as i fly

i circle around

i circle around

the boundaries of the earth

~

deepest bows and thousand thousandfold thanks to great spirit for lifting our caravan of re-joy-sing, our sangha of multidimensional faiths, our chants and songs and prayers of peace into every wild cell of our one body…

a perfect way to spend the 24 hours of a day being, singing, chanting, praying peace and…

listening, listening to our one heart’song

feeling the gentle spirit wind the whole day long

 still waters flowing through hollow reeds

transfigures wasteland to peacefilled fields…

Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 5 – Day 160 – 5/25/2018

Flowers open every night
across the sky as the peace
of keeping a vigil
kindles the emptiness.

~ Rumi ~

for the last four years, this day has been one of  embarking on a deep dive into the watery realms and this year is no exception and it even came in with quite a lucid dream… i’m on a plane flying at high altitude with my soul daughter on one side and my peace partner on the other… we are journeying to the big island and all is well… the pilot comes on after we hear the familiar ding to fasten our seatbelts saying that we are going down… in that instant, the plane nosedives and we are plunging into a watery grave and the most grounded peace flows into every cell of my body/our one body as i reach out my hands to my co-hearts in this moment of surrender to what is and in that very instant, the plane is lifted and we glide into a smooth landing into paradise…

this year’s journey is about hearing the sounds and sorrows of the world and offering our voices for peace, this 24-hour chanting vigil is a celebration of our spiritual aspirations to see the divine in every person and to live awakened love… this interfaith event is led by a different spiritual tradition every hour… we form community as we join our voices together…. chanting is spiritually potent medicine aligning heart and mind, connecting us to spirit and radiating prayers and blessings into the world…

thank you for joining in wherever you are, whenever you can in this caravan of re-joy-sing…