Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 169 – 6/3/2021

blessings to all as the light of the eclipse portal pours in…

“When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight,

The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.

Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.

The tide you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.

You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.

At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.

You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.

…Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.

Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.

Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.”

~ John O’Donohue ~

~

in this moment of eternity may we all slow down at the crossroads and enter the sanctuary of the inner portal…

desiree de angelise has suggested that we take up the blessing posted last night for the next forty days which i love and intend to say it in ultradian healing breaks which happen every hour and a half or so while awake to give our nervous systems time to recharge….

may this day be blessed with gifts, lessons, understanding and friends… may our energy be a gift to all we meet… let us be centered, healing and open facing the day with courage, kindness, insight and compassion… may we honor this day…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 168 – 6/2/2021

i love this intention and often feel i would like to take the Middle Ages mystic, Meister Eckhart, up on his dictum of only whispering thank you with every breath and step, today is such a day… it is also the fortieth and final day of repeating the shabad 11 times, a practice i love as well and have put my whole heart into seeing justice flowing in a world of peace guided by love…

“When the earth is in distress, it attunes itself with love and sends out a prayer.

The True One hears it, and with total ease is pleased to give Its strength and steadiness.

It sends a command to the Power of Rain, and the rain pours down in torrents.

The wealth of grain and corn grows thick.

A person cannot describe its value.

Oh Naanak, appreciate the Divine Identity.

You, Divine One, cause the life-giving food to be given to all the creatures.

Eating this, peace grows, and the cycle of pain comes no more.”

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 167 – 6/1/2021

“‘Let Justice roll down like waters in a mighty stream,’ said the Prophet Amos. He was seeking not consensus but the cleansing action of revolutionary change.”

~ Martin Luther King, Jr ~

well come to justice june once again, i say once again for these were my opening words a year ago following the murder of George Floyd, a murder that opened the eyes of so many of us across the planet to the horrors of white supremacy with so many calls for actions that would lead to justice rolling down in cleansing actions guided by love creating a world of peace… and, here we are again still in a crossroads moment witnessing justice being denied and feeling a planetary tidal wave of grief wondering why is it so difficult to change, how could we still be hearing daily about more murders?

last year in this moment of eternity i wrote that this is the moment for us all to join hands and stand in love for love being justice in every thought, word and deed… i still hold this is the moment for that and for so much more… it is way past overdue to pass the George Floyd Policing Act and the Breathe Act and for each of us in our communities to do what we can no matter how small an action to promote justice and a world where everyone is safe to walk down the streets and on and on…

as this is justice june and on this day a hundred years ago a terrible massacre occurred in Tulsa, Oklahoma let’s see what lessons about justice and re-building and re-conciliation we might learn from this dark moment…

“I will never forget the violence of the white mob when we left our home. I still see Black men being shot, black bodies lying in the street. I still smell smoke and see fire. I still see Black businesses being burned. I still hear airplanes flying overhead. I hear the screams. Our country may forget this history, but I cannot. I will not and other survivors do not and our descendants do not.”
~Viola Fletcher, 107-year-old survivor of Tulsa Massacre~

on this day a century ago, the most successful African American business district in the country at that time-Greenwood-was obliterated following a White mob coming into the Greenwood District, looting the businesses, setting fire to the buildings and homes, dropping turpentine bombs from planes on the buildings from above, and killing 300 Black people…

here we are, 100 years after Greenwood burned, and we are still in the throes of White supremacy… when will we dismantle this consciousness and work to repair the breach with reparations? let us do some heavy lifting this moonth and close with a way the Tulsa Massacre was commemorated a century later using trees, education and re-conciliation to channel resilience… there is an elm tree still standing that witnessed the massacre where 10,000 people were left homeless and now it is dedicated as a memorial and an inspiration to our ability to continue growing and changing… community members were given elm seedlings to plant all over the city…

“We are all… planting the seeds of reconciliation, and hope, and love,” says Glenda Love-Williams, the co-chair of fundraising for the Tulsa Massacre Centennial Commission. “This is our way of celebrating healing and reconciliation.”

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 166 – 5/31/2021

today as i witness the world as it is on this memorial day in the usa, a day when we re-member all those who have died in war and grieve that we have not learned the tragic lessons of war, i re-member also 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 which over a thousand years later has so much to teach us…

this legend whispers wisdom to us about a savior, a messenger known as 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 this child 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 he 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 re-establish the natural equilibrium on which the well being of individuals, societies, and the whole of creation depends… achieving this mission by healing them—by “making their minds straight”- the peacemaker’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 had the former warriors uproot a great white pine under which left a gaping hole.  The 50 chiefs and warriors threw their weapons of war under the Great Tree of Peace where an underground stream carried the weapons away (which is the origin of the phrase “bury the hatchet”) and the tree was lifted back upright… the peacemaker said the chiefs would now stand on the earth like trees, deeply rooted in the land, with strong trunks, all the same height (having equal authority) as they protected their people with wise leadership of the Good Mind–not physical force and on top of the tree sits an eagle serving as an ever vigilant protector of peace…

the tree of peace shows how peace grows when nurtured… like a tall tree, peace provides protection and comfort…  like a pine tree, peace spreads its branches to create a place of sanctuary where we gather and renew ourselves… like the white pine, peace also creates large roots (tsyoktehækęætaˀkona) rising out of the ground so people can trace their journey to the source…

in one of his many instructions the peacemaker said, “Counselors, leaders, now that we have raised you here, now that you are who you are, when you counsel for the welfare of the people, then think not of yourself, nor of your family, nor even your generation. Make your decisions on behalf of the seventh generation coming. You who see far into the future, that is your responsibility: to look out for those generations that are helpless, that are completely at our mercy. We must protect them.” that’s great counsel in today’s times, if we want the seventh generation to be here to enjoying what we enjoy…

may we all listen to the message of peace and be peacemakers every moment ensuring a more beautiful world for all who are coming…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 165 – 5/30/2021

come and join me beside the still water on this day we celebrate the astonishing light of our being giving us the courage to look deeply within at our suffering and act courageously, with great heart co-creating the world of compassion and peace we all know is possible…

let’s hold out our hands to each other, smile and conspire, breathe together through our one heart receiving the golden light pouring into us from our earth mother and sky father who love us so… with each breath we enter deeper and deeper into great mystery…. open the way… toward the one… breathing in… breathing out…

may we experience source, the ultimate spiritual reality of the universe, the power of healing and transformation that is the ultimate reality and shaper of the universe, the transformative power unifying all being as one spiritually-alive, mutually inter-dependent, awesome, flawsome, fantastic, evolving, conscious totality of which we are each a tiny part and totality, the one and the many simultaneously…

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

  let’s seal this sacred space with the reciting of the poem for the thirty – seventh day of the forty days of cultivating peace = people emerging and cultivating equanimity…

“When the earth is in distress, it attunes itself with love and sends out a prayer.

The True One hears it, and with total ease is pleased to give Its strength and steadiness.

It sends a command to the Power of Rain, and the rain pours down in torrents.

The wealth of grain and corn grows thick.

A person cannot describe its value.

Oh Naanak, appreciate the Divine Identity.

You, Divine One, cause the life-giving food to be given to all the creatures.

Eating this, peace grows, and the cycle of pain comes no more.”

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 164 – 5/29/2021

today is the 104th birthday of the 35th President of the United States… JFK was assassinated during his term in office while serving the causes of peace and nuclear disarmament… to celebrate his memory and legacy, i post some stirring words of his that are taken from a 1961 address to the United Nations and still ring so true today:

“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, five months before he was shot, he continued in the same vein in a Commencement Address at American University, where 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.

…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 re-examine 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 man made – 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 8 – Day 163 – 5/28/2021

we are souls floating in sound and light waves singing our songs through our stardust body instruments…

woo hoo! welcome to 5/28, the miracle solfeggio frequency of flow, a perfect moment to tune into the cosmic hum singing us real-eye-sing we are instruments of peace, love and joy, hollow reeds through which the frequencies of blessing flow in each moment of eternity…

perhaps you’ll join with me in re-membering our journey to the stars by breathing in deeply through our one heart and down, down, down into the belly… into the stillpoint of creation, the watery womb, stable ground of all being, home to peace passing all understanding, beloved community’s belonging place… injoy this moment, this beautiful moment of blessings arising synchronisticly… flowing through you, flowing through me, flowing from the buoyantsea, the hum of cosmic harmony…

thanks be and how fitting that a Lakota seer speaks in 39 words the mission bringing us into the middle of the sea on our way to the other shore for 39 symbolizes liberation and 39 is the age when i spent a summer in a tipi on Rosebud, a Lakota reservation contemplating this very same spirit journey we are all eternally traver-sing and re-membering we live in an amazing spiral galaxy of 300 billion stars in a cosmos of 2 trillion galaxies and our galaxy, like ourselves, is ever creating, ever renewing and all of the stars are within us and we are stardust, waves and particles of sound and light compressed and compressed into what looks like matter here on an earth walk to make the quantum leap back into our true nature as dancing stars ever creating, ever renewing…

  let’s seal this sacred space with the reciting of the poem for the thirty – fifth day of the forty days of cultivating peace = people emerging and cultivating equanimity…

“When the earth is in distress, it attunes itself with love and sends out a prayer.

The True One hears it, and with total ease is pleased to give Its strength and steadiness.

It sends a command to the Power of Rain, and the rain pours down in torrents.

The wealth of grain and corn grows thick.

A person cannot describe its value.

Oh Naanak, appreciate the Divine Identity.

You, Divine One, cause the life-giving food to be given to all the creatures.

Eating this, peace grows, and the cycle of pain comes no more.”

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 162 – 5/27/2021

“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”

~ Maya Angelou ~

seven years ago following a sound bath, i posted this image to capture the sound of falling water as a perfect pilgrim, a poet on a journey and where she travels is the spirit path… like the goddess of wisdom, water, too, must sing out freely and then come to rest in a still, silent pool… 

imagine my surprise the next day when i awoke to hear of the author of I Know Now Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou’s release to always be our rainbow bird singing of love, peace and joy freely across the cosmic sky… let us celebrate maya’s life, an astonishing light of being and all peacemakers with her profound poem on peace, A Brave and Startling Truth, that she read at the United Nation’s 50th anniversary in 1995…

“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.”

yes, may we come to it real-eye-sing our true nature as a rainbow sea of  love energy taking joy and peace in the sounds of falling waters flowing in rhythm home to the heart…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 161 – 5/26/2021

as this potent full moon of enlightenment waxes exact at 4:14 am pdt, i am awake and stay awake for the super blood moon total eclipse that begins four minutes later… arise a nap later 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 moon holding the space for a significant collective transition with dreams, aspirations and intentions built on a foundation of falsity, of fear dissolving in this purification portal of the total lunar eclipse which catalyses illumination and release of the false foundation initiating a new foundation rooted in wisdom and wonder, liberation and love…

let us join together to call in the five elements to purify us, to sanctify us, to gather the quintessence… pure love… for the ever deepening soul initiation journey…

may we be filled with lovingkindness

may we be well

may we be peaceful and at ease

may we be happy

in this wild and precious moment under the moon of the cosmic womb, the navigating the journey moon, let’s close this gathering as creativity creating creation setting our compass and contemplating the foundation we’ll build for this moon journey…

how will we nurture creativity?

what will we be/do to deepen and heighten soulful creation?

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

may we walk in wonder with every step on this most powerful full moon of the year invoking light and love unceasingly…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 8 – Day 160 – 5/25/2021

in this moment of eternity, on this day of re-membering, in this season of metamorphosis, i invite you to join in prayer, in intention, of picking up your thread from the unraveling web of life and listen deeply for the soul song flowing through you that knows what is yours to weave in this moment…

it is hard to take in that it has been a year since the world witnessed the horrific murder of George Floyd, a tragedy that ignited a movement and a re-imagining of the world we lived in, a world where as MLK said, “It is obvious that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned.”

in the year since his death and the countless others coming after, we as a nation have looked into the mirror and many have deeply reflected on the system of white supremacy we are founded upon, millions have marched in solidarity to end racism and its manifestations in policing and widespread injustice embedded in every area of our life…

we serve as witnesses, who not only see but speak and act… as we break open our hearts and wage justice, we honor George Floyd and the hundreds of our other brothers and sisters whose lives were cut short and whose lives remind us of what we must do as we pick up our thread of the unraveled world to weave and re-imagine a world where we are free to be and encouraged to be and initiated into being what we are designed to be…

yes, thank you grandmother spider for showing us how to weave the world anew by going within where the prima materia awaits…

in addition to today being a day of collectively coming together to re-member, personally, it is a day of re-membering as well – nine months ago when i died and came back; like the world, so much re-weaving awaits so let’s take another moment and sync even more deeply into the awakened place in the core of our being to listen for the intention, the prayer, el canto hondo always singing us, guiding us, breathing us home into the stillpoint of creation… what is tugging at your heartsleeve? what is breaking your heart and this one wild and precious moment wide open? simply listen… no worries if a symbol or word or image doesn’t reveal itself right now…. simply be in conversation, with truth, about what you’re feeling right now and how best to express this prayer, this intention… what is longing to crystalize… and thank you almost full moon of enlightenment for supporting generously our explorations…

may we all take time each day attuning with our soulsong and giving thanks for the boundless cosmos always dropping breadcrumbs as we walk the pathless path, the synchronous dance of life, of always being and becoming, falling apart and coming back together, breathing in and breathing out, ebbing and flowing, waxing and waning eternally…