Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 4 – Day 129 Days – 4/24/2017
circle of color
water flowing home to source
reflecting beauty
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on this day of celebrating the earth during this moon of awakened april, i watch the documentary AWAKE about the earth people rising to stand for our first mother – water…
mni wiconi… mni wiconi… mni wiconi…
water is life… water is life… water is life…
calling us to stand in love for water
to awaken to the dream bubbling up from the river below
will you stand in praise of water? will you awaken to the dream? will you join our dream of all our relations gathered in peace? will you join us? will you gather with us in peace to protect our sacred mother waters?
In Praise of Water
Let us bless the grace of water:
The imagination of the primeval ocean
Where the first forms of life stirred
And emerged to dress the vacant earth
With warm quilts of color.The well whose liquid root worked
Through the long night of clay,
Trusting ahead of itself openings
That would yet yield to its yearning
Until at last it arises in the desire of light
To discover the pure quiver of itself
Flowing crystal clear and free
Through delighted emptiness.The courage of a river to continue belief
In the slow fall of ground,
Always falling farther
Toward the unseen ocean.The river does what words would love,
Keeping its appearance
By insisting on disappearance;
Its only life surrendered
To the event of pilgrimage,
Carrying the origin to the end,Seldom pushing or straining,
Keeping itself to itself
Everywhere all along its flow,
All at one with its sinuous mind,
An utter rhythm, never awkward,
It continues to swirl
Through all unlikeness,
With elegance:
A ceaseless traverse of presence
Soothing on each side
The stilled fields,
Sounding out its journey,
Raising up a buried music
Where the silence of time
Becomes almost audible.Tides stirred by the eros of the moon
Draw from that permanent restlessness
Perfect waves that languidly rise
And pleat in gradual forms of aquamarine
To offer every last tear of delight
At the altar of stillness inland.And the rain in the night, driven
By the loneliness of the wind
To perforate the darkness,
As though some air pocket might open
To release the perfume of the lost day
And salvage some memory
From its forsaken turbulenceAnd drop its weight of longing
Into the earth, and anchor.Let us bless the humility of water,
Always willing to take the shape
Of whatever otherness holds it,The buoyancy of water
Stronger than the deadening,
Downward drag of gravity,
The innocence of water,
Flowing forth, without thought
Of what awaits it,
The refreshment of water,
Dissolving the crystals of thirst.Water: voice of grief,
Cry of love,
In the flowing tear.Water: vehicle and idiom
Of all the inner voyaging
That keeps us alive.Blessed be water,
Our first mother.~ John O’Donohue ~
