Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 34 – 1/19/2023

today i want to share a peace that may come as a surprise to those who know of my upbringing as it is the farewell address given on January 17 1961 by the former World War II general and soon to be retired commander-in-chief/republican president of the usa who used this opportunity to caution the American public “against the acquisition of unwarranted influence… by the military industrial complex.” (he had included congressional in the “mic” but his advisors told him to remove congressional as he was addressing the congress)

listen now to this oh so prescient cautionary tale from one of the most seemingly unlikely of peacemakers and it is a tale we ignore today at the world’s peril:

“This evening I come to you with a message of leave-taking and farewell, and to share a few final thoughts with you, my countrymen.

Like every other citizen, I wish the new President, and all who will labor with him, Godspeed. I pray that the coming years will be blessed with peace and prosperity for all.

We now stand ten years past the midpoint of a century that has witnessed four major wars among great nations. Three of these involved our own country. Despite these holocausts America is today the strongest, the most influential and most productive nation in the world. Understandably proud of this pre-eminence, we yet realize that America’s leadership and prestige depend, not merely upon our unmatched material progress, riches and military strength, but on how we use our power in the interests of world peace and human betterment.

Progress toward these noble goals is persistently threatened by the conflict now engulfing the world. It commands our whole attention, absorbs our very beings. We face a hostile ideology global in scope, atheistic in character, ruthless in purpose, and insidious in method. Unhappily the danger it poses promises to be of indefinite duration. To meet it successfully, there is called for, not so much the emotional and transitory sacrifices of crisis, but rather those which enable us to carry forward steadily, surely, and without complaint the burdens of a prolonged and complex struggle — with liberty the stake. Only thus shall we remain, despite every provocation, on our charted course toward permanent peace and human betterment.

A vital element in keeping the peace is our military establishment. Our arms must be mighty, ready for instant action, so that no potential aggressor may be tempted to risk his own destruction.

Our military organization today bears little relation to that known by any of my predecessors in peacetime, or indeed by the fighting men of World War II or Korea.

Until the latest of our world conflicts, the United States had no armaments industry. American makers of plowshares could, with time and as required, make swords as well. But now we can no longer risk emergency improvisation of national defense; we have been compelled to create a permanent armaments industry of vast proportions. Added to this, three and a half million men and women are directly engaged in the defense establishment. We annually spend on military security more than the net income of all United States corporations.

This conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence — economic, political, even spiritual — is felt in every city, every State house, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources and livelihood are all involved; so is the very structure of our society.

In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.

We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.

Akin to, and largely responsible for the sweeping changes in our industrial-military posture, has been the technological revolution during recent decades.

In this revolution, research has become central, it also becomes more formalized complex, and costly. A steadily increasing share is conducted for, by, or at the direction of, the Federal government.

Today, the solitary inventor, tinkering in his shop, has been overshadowed by task forces of scientists in laboratories and testing fields. In the same fashion, the free university, historically the fountainhead of free ideas and scientific discovery, has experienced a revolution in the conduct of research. Partly because of the huge costs involved, a government contract becomes virtually a substitute for intellectual curiosity. For every old blackboard there are now hundreds of new electronic computers.

The prospect of domination of the nation’s scholars by Federal employment, project allocations, and the power of money is ever present — and is gravely to be regarded.

Yet, in holding scientific research and discovery in respect, as we should, we must also be alert to the equal and opposite danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientific-technological elite.

It is the task of statesmanship to mold, to balance, and to integrate these and other forces, new and old, within the principles of our democratic system-ever aiming toward the supreme goals of our free society.

Another factor in maintaining balance involves the element of time. As we peer into society’s future, we — you and I, and our government — must avoid the impulse to live only for today, plundering for, for our own ease and convenience, the precious resources of tomorrow. We cannot mortgage the material assets of our grandchildren without asking the loss also of their political and spiritual heritage. We want democracy to survive for all generations to come, not to become the insolvent phantom of tomorrow.

Down the long lane of the history yet to be written America knows that this world of ours, ever growing smaller, must avoid becoming a community of dreadful fear and hate, and be, instead, a proud confederation of mutual trust and respect.”

~ Dwight David Eisenhower ~

may we all wage and be peace with our every breath co-creating a cosmos of mutual trust and respect…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 33 – 1/18/2023

the miracle is to walk on earth in a sacred way as a free and easy wanderer of wonder breathing in the rhythm of the waves  dwelling deeply in the present moment feeling every wild cell humming with abandon in the inner quiet of the stillpoint… in honor of the 3rd anniversary of Mary Oliver’s transition, i walk in silence with Mary in the deep woods living the quest ions she inspires me to contemplate…

“Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?”

Mary goes on to answer by saying…

“And I say to my heart:

Rave on.”

and

“Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it”

in her much loved, Wild Geese, she is the words above and the words below telling about her life all the while supporting and comforting us as we walk home with her…

“You do not have to be good. / You do not have to walk on your knees / for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. / You only have to let the soft animal of your body / love what it loves. / Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. / Meanwhile the world goes on. / Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain / are moving across the landscapes, / over the prairies and the deep trees, / the mountains and the rivers. / Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, / are heading home again. / Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, / the world offers itself to your imagination, / calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— / over and over announcing your place / in the family of things.”

let us close with Mary’s closing words…

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and

real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”

thank you, Mary, beloved sherpa of the natural world for devotedly sharing your wanderings in wonder…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 32 – 1/17/2023

on the peace pilgrimage today, i am continuing a deep dive and immersion in Dr King’s prophetic call to the peaceful revolution in consciousness we must actualize and i once again re-member the words of the Dalai Lama about our island home desperately needing more peacemakers, healers, restorers, lovers and storytellers which reminds me of an old legend of the first peoples of this land of turtle island… i love illustrating this post with the beautiful painting of the peace tree which is a great soulace in these times of dissolution, dissolving into caterpillar soup awaiting imaginal cells to come on line winging us into peace and harmony…

passed down orally from generation to generation, it is a legend about a savior named deganawida, the peacemaker, originating over a thousand years ago during the final decades of pre-columbian america at a time like now, a time of pervasive fear and instability in the haudenosaunee world when a young virgin gave birth to a son… she was told in a dream that “your child will be a messenger of the creator and will bring peace and harmony to the people on earth.”

when deganawida came of age he told his mother, “I shall now build my canoe from white stone, for the time has come for me to start my mission in this world. I know I must travel afar on lakes and rivers to seek out the council smoke of nations beyond this lake. It is now time for me to go stop the shedding of blood among human beings.”

as deganawida began his mission, he first encountered a group of hunters who were fleeing from the bloodshed in the their own village and he instructed them: “Go back to your people and tell them that the Good News of Peace and Righteousness has come to your nation.”

the peacemaker’s mission, as the many accounts of the legend make clear, was to reestablish the natural equilibrium on which the well being of individuals, societies, and the whole of creation depends… deganawida achieved this mission by healing them—by “making their minds straight.” deganawida’s role was not that of a warrior, but a redemptive shaman—a healer… he was quite explicit about the mission: “health means peace, for that is what comes when minds are sane and bodies are cared for.”

the peacemaker, like the rainmaker, like all healers and medicine elders well knows that conflict is born of suffering and the root causes must be addressed for the village to come back into health and equilibrium where all feel they belong and are cared for and are treated with dignity… may we all breathe deeply together into the sacred space of wisdom and courageously take on the transformative mission of being peacemakers in every moment of eternity in our thoughts, words and deeds with all our relations…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 31 – 1/16/2023

World peace through nonviolent means is neither absurd nor unattainable. All other methods have failed. Thus we must begin anew. Nonviolence is a good starting point. Those of us who believe in this method can be voices of reason, sanity, and understanding amid the voices of violence, hatred, and emotion. We can very well set a mood of peace out of which a system of peace can be built.”

–Martin Luther King, Jr., December 1964

in his Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech, King said “Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.” What a clear challenge to the punishment paradigm that incarcerates so many, sentencing people to death by incarceration and executing others in our name. King is calling us to evolve, to imagine a different approach to conflict, one that promotes healing and is grounded in love…

every great dream begins with a dreamer… always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world… every day i love dreaming and birthing a cosmos of peace and harmony into interbeing… 

giving birth to imaginal cellf

dewy wings warmed by the sun

waxing with moon, rising from sea

free and easy wandering throughout infinity

soaring and singing throughout the multiversity

always resting in the still silence of the cavernous heart of luminosity

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“It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.”

~ Wendell Berry ~

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ah yes, chaos gives birth to a dancing star, to renewal, to cosm, to cosmos, to implicate order…

“As is the human body, so is the cosmic body.
As is the human mind, so is the cosmic mind.
As is the microcosm, so is the macrocosm.
As is the atom, so is the universe”
~ The Upanishads ~

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thank you chaos/primordial space for gestating a  dancing blue star down the birth canal tunnel through  a long dark night with  moments of questioning would there be light… a long dark night to contemplate flow and how to proceed when it’s a no go… a long dark night of staying present, of trusting, of surrendering until the sun rises and reveals the way to be in flow… breathing in, inspiring; breathing out, releasing a dancing star…

aloha! beings of the blue star light, beings of the chaotic, turbulent long night, beings of the cosmic/human body mind spirit soul, being that turns lead into gold integrating interbeingness into true self/cellf…

loving, serving, re-membering that when we merge our internal rhythms with the rhythms of creation, we develop effortless grace in our movement and are able to slide into our perfectly ordered, choreographed dance of life…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 30 – 1/15/2023

on this ides of January in the moonth of dreaming, let us celebrate the birth of one of our foremost modern day prophets and social justice changemakers and peacemakers who still guides us to healing justice and who dreamed of his little children and all children of the earth living in a world of harmony where they were judged by their character rather than their color, a dream still being dreamed today along with his call of sixty years ago to face the challenge of the new age with the creation of beloved community for only love transforms the fear of the old paradigm into the gladness of a new paradigm by opening our hearts to the miracle frequency of boundless love…  “darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that”…

Happy Birthday, Martin! celebrating you today and every day with a great leap of faith in what is and what is coming and so grateful for your life being such a powerful message and reminder that we must take courageous action in order to real-eyes our visions of a more just world… in 1968, King said “[t]here comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe nor politic nor popular, but he must take it because his conscience tells him it is right.” may we all journey in integrity with you on the long and winding road of freedom to the mountain top where we tune in and listen to the celestial hum mapping out the path of the freedom road and journey of a thousand miles and more… loving how the circle of co-creators is expanding exponentially, a fractal of imaginal cells of the universe/multiverse we are… committing to the flight into freedom, we are so thankful for all of our relations who have paved, are paving and will pave the way…

in closing today, in his “Letter from a Birmingham Jail” King writes, “I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in the stride toward freedom is not the White Citizens Councillor or the Ku Klux Klanner but the white moderate who is more devoted to order than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says, ‘I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I can’t agree with your methods of direct action’; who paternalistically feels that he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by the myth of time; and who constantly advises the Negro to wait until a ‘more convenient season.’” sharing his dreams with us as a plea to do something, something that will turn those dreams into reality, listen to the words of the prophet from his “I Have A Dream” speech:

“Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred…The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.

That one day down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.” 

with this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to stand up for freedom together – if America is to be a great nation, this must become true...

so mote it be, blessed be and so it is…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 29 – 1/14/2023

with deep bows and enormous gratitude, today’s pilgrimage is dedicated to juliette, a surefooted capricorn child of the earth and to all children of the earth, our natural teachers of lovingkindness and compassion… on the occasion of the anniversary of your birth, i am seeing such an amazing turn around the sun for you, for us all…

what a joy to travel the way of the heart with you – i gave you physical birth and you birth me each day along the invisible, infolding pathway of presence, trust, surrender, devotion hypnotically calling us home to our true refuge, our one cosmic heart in this moment, this beautiful moment of boundless love, of taking flight on the wings of  love’s angelic waves…

let us take this wild and precious moment of eternity to put compassion into action by being lovingkindness as we join with the caravan of re-joy-sing to sing out to all our relations a song of strength, a song of courage, a song of spirit, a song of wisdom to hold us in the hard times inspiring our taking one more step when we feel we can’t go on and to open our one heart ever wider to and for each other as we all suffer losses each and every day with dreams changing form and flying away… everything is fleeting, only love is real, so, may we walk in beauty around the prayer wheel… may we be true refuge for all our relations sheltering each other through storms and desolation, returning home with each breath to create anew, a more beautiful cosmos, holy ground for me and you… may we comfort each other rekindling our inner flame circle dancing joyously together  once again…

“Oh Great Spirit, we raise smoke to the four sacred winds and the four corners, so that the blessings can reach our brothers and sisters in every corner of Great Mother Earth, while the smoke disperses all over Father Sky, lit by Mother Moon.

Let the smoke pass to each their blessing and do away with all sorrows and unhappiness, fill their homes with love, and the light of your wisdom. If any be sick, cure them, If sad, make them happy, If they have needs, fulfill them. Protect them from all evil. Please Father, keep them well in good health, give them long life and wealth. Give them all your love as they love you. They can give testimony to your power and mercy, and most important your love. Oh Great Spirit, we love you with all our heart as we love our brothers and sisters all. We are your servants and theirs. We ask for only one thing – give us strength to keep going on doing as we do on this spirit path. And so it is! Amen.” ~ Native American Blessing ~

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 28 – 1/13/2023

well come, welcome to this sacred moment of eternity where we are offered the gift of luxuriating in the rhythm of the waves and tuning into the call to sync into the milagro field that grandmother spider activates within and between each one of us and which is where the impossible happens when we interbe a seamless tapestry of living our true nature as one symphony living in harmony and singing our one body home to the heart, to the present moment, the only moment…

thanks be for this moment, for every moment being blessed with gifts, lessons, understanding and friends… may our energy be a gift to all we meet… let us be centered, healing and open meeting each moment as a friend with courage, kindness, insight and compassion…

in this field of love may we walk
all day long may we walk
through the turnings may
we walk
on the trail of pollen
may we walk
with love in our one heart may we walk
with  love before us may we walk
with love behind us may we walk
with love above us may we walk
with love all around us may we
walk
wandering on a trail of
love, may we walk
beginning in love
deepening in love…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 27 – 1/12/2023

“Inner silence works from the moment you begin to accrue it. What the old sorcerers were after was the final dramatic, end result of reaching that individual threshold of silence. Some very talented practitioners need only a few minutes of silence to reach that coveted goal. Others, less talented, need long periods of silence, perhaps more than one hour of quietude, before they reach the desired result. The desired result is what the old sorcerers called “stopping the world”, the moment when everything around us ceases to be what it’s always been. This is the moment when sorcerers return to the TRUE nature of man. The old sorcerers always called it “total freedom”
~ Don Juan (Carlos Castaneda) ~

today’s frequency calls us to stop the world as it has always been and dance the pathless path of silence in the dream cave of joy as holy fool of beauty, wanderer of  rainbow wonder, trusting in one’s elf to leap off of ledges into waiting angels’ wings, to dream of a cosmos where we wage peace with lovingkindness and compassion from our shared deep well of radical generosity…

today’s  journey is in deed a magical mystery tour, a day of gray, of rain and as i gaze into the river i re-member back nine years ago to a moment of stretching and traveling to a sacred space i have not been before…  appearing as serendipity, a gift of wonder, i witness one, two, three, four rainbows with one disappearing and another appearing in its wake… with no sign of sun, the gray, rainy sky was transformed into rainbows… until this wild and precious moment, i thought of the sky as blue, gray or black… now, i know sky’s true nature as rainbow, what a grace to interbee rainbow mystery…

holy synchronisiddhi! interbeeing the world as it is… rainbow mystery flowing joyously and freely for us all to see and be… the beauty of what we truly love…

with every breath, may we hear the call to come home to our one cosmic heart, the kingdom of joy, beloved communion as one celestial/gaiian chorus singing, winging… wildpeace…

“The world… has forgotten the joys of silence, the peace of solitude which is necessary, to some extent, for the fullness of human living.  Not all…  are called to be hermits, but all…  need enough silence and solitude in their lives to enable the deep inner voice of their own true self to be heard at least occasionally.  When that inner voice is not heard, when man cannot attain to the spiritual peace that comes from being perfectly at one with his own true self, his life is always miserable and exhausting.  For he cannot go on happily for long unless he is in contact with the springs of spiritual life which are hidden in the depths of his own soul.  If man is constantly exiled from his own home, locked out of his own spiritual solitude, he ceases to be a true person…  He becomes a kind of automaton, living without joy because he has lost his spontaneity.  He is no longer moved from within, but only from outside himself.”

Thomas Merton ~

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 26 – 1/11/2023

today, 1/11 begins in the 111 angelic frequency and i really wanted to share an image capturing the astonishing light of being and to share some words of hope and inspiration aptly provided by John Paul Lederach who’s spent his life walking with people in many cultures through violent conflict towards transformative change:

A Stone of Hope

…”We are a deeply wounded nation. We know from trauma studies that our bodies carry the harm, and that the deepest pain is always the one experienced closest to home. Our wider body politic carries, not just the pain of what we witnessed this week, we carry centuries of harm — incited, delivered, and received from within our house.

I have noticed that across a wide and deeply divided political spectrum, most everyone seeks to speak for and protect the Constitution, almost as if our shared document is a victim. I would offer that the deeper casualty lies with the loss of our basic social contract. We note its disappearance when toxic social dynamics spill into the mainstream of our collective life: dehumanization replaces basic respect; blame supplants responsibility; and violence is justified over dialogue.

We also know from settings of armed conflict and from our own exemplars in this country who never stopped building the more perfect union, that it is possible to reverse these dynamics. 

Perhaps Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. captured this better than anyone. He consistently appealed to guiding pillars that sustained the commitment to the social contract while pursuing long sought change for equity and equality in the midst of deep division.

His first pillar referenced the deep soul’s despair that waiting for change was no longer an option. The ploys and pragmatism of politics kept placing true equality just out of reach, deferred to the next election or into potential new legislative goals. Promises no longer sufficed. “The sweltering summer,” as he called it, could no longer accept the “tranquilizing drug of gradualism.” This temporal pillar required such immediate action — and act they did and so must we — that he referred to it as the “fierce urgency of now.”

His second pillar constantly reminded people that the struggle for equality and dignity unfolds by way of a long and difficult pathway. So significant was this temporal challenge that in his words, now etched on a national monument, the movement must “hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.” Hope requires patience and persistence precisely because “the arc of the moral universe is long,” even as “it bends toward justice.”

In the midst of the temporal tension playing out between the fierce now and the long arc, Dr. King’s vision never wavered in the third pillar: the commitment to nonviolence and appreciation for our ultimate interdependence. Over and again, his imagination captured the understanding that while the past carries forward profound violation of dignity and the present continues to humiliate and divide, our future is shared. Calling this out in his “I Have a Dream” speech, he noted that across racial divides “their freedom is inextricably bound with our freedom” followed by the shortest single sentence in the speech: We cannot walk alone.

These pillars offer the way forward into renewing our social contract and reversing toxic dynamics.

Act on and walk into what you know to be true. Start local. Reach out beyond your comfort zone. Commit to nonviolence. Always protect the dignity of others. Walk together. In this the stone of hope is hewn.”

in closing on this day marking the first day of the 21st year of 35 people of the 779 still being held at Guantanamo, let’s listen to the questions of Adnan Latif before he died in Guantanamo on September 8, 2012: “Where is the world to save us from torture? Where is the world to save us from the fire and sadness?”

may we hear these cries and respond by ending torture with the closing of this prison now…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 25 – 1/10/2023

dan-sing between worlds,

floating through mists, quieting

into the stillness…

entering dreamtime

through the lifted veil of fog,

being the unseen…

flowing into source

down to the river below

 water falling home…

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in the wake of suffering, we are given the opportunity to make a quantum leap into that often mentioned field that’s out beyond default positions, the field of grace, sacred space of flowing harmony, living quintessentially where we really see, we real-eyes…

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we have no dominion over wild darkness/light

ours is simply to be still, hollow reeds for flow’s swirling currents

witnessing as bittersweet freedom opens into true liberation of emptiness

ever expanding spaciousness sans rules and dogma, fixed ideas and beliefs

there is only the sea of love energy breathing in the rhythm of waves, cosmic mirror for all

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down here in the depths of true emptiness, true reality,  the the central questions to us all live me calling me into contemplative conversation concerning what really matters… i always come home to love and the one heart we share… love always finds the way, love is the way…

may we all dwell, be well, in the stillness of the vast skysea always being love dancing rainbow mystery…

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