Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 303 – 10/14/2020

just as this beautiful creature began as an independent single imaginal cell and ran to meet and connect with other imaginal cells to form a cluster resonating at the same frequency and becoming an interdependent multiple imaginal cell, may we join together as beloved communion of imagination  to transform and meet these challenging times…

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“If you are mindful enough you can see the Buddha in anything, especially in the sangha. The twentieth century was the century of individualism, but we don’t want that anymore. Now we try to live as a community. We want to flow like a river, not a drop of water. The river will surely arrive at the ocean, but a drop of water may evaporate halfway. That’s why it is possible for us to recognize that the presence of the Buddha is the here and now. I think that every step, every breath, every word that is spoken or done in mindfulness—that is the manifestation of the Buddha. Don’t look for the Buddha elsewhere. It is in the art of living mindfully every moment of your life.”

~ Thich Nhat Hanh ~

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dancing life wholeheartedly with more and more loving presence, more and more trust and more and more surrender into the river of divine flow and towards all that strengthens our wild wings…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 302 – 10/13/2020

the rain spirits have returned to the pacific northwest so today’s a perfect day to cocoon and sync into the rhythm of the newborn wise old sage who’s joined our sangha and to mirror his peace and all is well energy…

this reverie sparks re-membering Joanna Macy’s recounting of the twelve centuries old Tibetan Buddhist prophecy as told to her by her teacher of shambala, the mystical land of peace and harmony which rises when the world is in danger of annihilating itself through greed and corruption…

“There comes a time when all life on Earth is in danger. Barbarian powers have arisen. Although they waste their wealth in preparations to annihilate each other, they have much in common: weapons of unfathomable devastation and technologies that lay waste the world. It is now, when the future of all beings hangs by the frailest of threads, that the kingdom of Shambhala emerges.

Now you can’t go there because it is not a place. It exists in the hearts and minds of the Shambhala Warriors. And you can’t tell a Shambhala Warrior by looking at her and him. The time is coming said Rinpoche when great courage is required of the Shambhala warriors, moral courage and physical courage and that’s because they are going to go right into the heart of the barbarian powers to dismantle their weapons.”

ah, yes, today is perfect for bathing, purifying in the waterfalls of compassion and gathering the quintessence to adventure right into the heart of dominance consciousness to de-colonize crumbling structures and co-create an interbeing consciousness of  true peace, a story to share with baby chase and all children of the earth of why we came here… to be siddhizens of shambala – wise, courageous, compassionate peacemakers/ healers using the sacred tools to first de-colonize and purify our consciousness and then role model that in every moment for all to feel and see… blessed be!

thank you beloveds for teaching by example and showing the way along the pathless path to shambala…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 301 – 10/12/2020

Rising Up on Indigenous Peoples Day

as Changing Woman dons her seasonal robes shifting the colors of the landscape, do you feel the shifting consciousness moving us from celebrating a domination consciousness to an embodied, relational, holistic, sacred way of being in harmony with the web of life?

where we… respect natural laws, live in reciprocity with our earth mother, live within capacity, respect the sacredness of all our relations, of nature as a sanctuary that fills our every need, listen to the voice of the first peoples whose ear to the past and eye to the future grounds them in the present moment as a fractal of every moment…

this ecological tipping moment where their call to action to stand for our water and air and trees is ever so timely and so critical… no more polluting water, cutting down trees, digging out oil for oil is earth mother’s blood and if we dig it, creation will die…

listen now to this letter to the people written by Chief Seattle…

“The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky, the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air or the spark of the water, then how can you buy them? Every part of this Earth is sacred to my people; every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people. We know the sap that courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are a part of the Earth, and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our relations. The bear, the deer, the great eagle: these are our relations. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and the human all belong to the same family.

The shining water that moves from the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each ghostly reflection in the lakes tells of memories in the life of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my ancestors. The rivers are our relations. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So, you must give to the rivers the kindness you would give to anyone.

If we sell you our land remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all of the life it supports. The wind that gave our elders their first breaths also receives their last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So, if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where people can go and taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children: that the Earth is our mother? What befalls the Earth, befalls all the children of the Earth. This we know: the Earth does not belong to humankind; we belong to the Earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Humans did not weave the web of life; we are merely a strand of it. Whatever we do to the Earth, we do to ourselves. One thing we know: our God is also your God. The Earth is precious to our Creator, and to harm the Earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of people and the view of the ripe hills is blotted by talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone. Where will the eagle be? Gone. The end of living and the beginning of survival!

When the last red people have vanished and our memory is but the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

We love this Earth as a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your memory the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children and love it as God loves us all. As we are part of the land, you too are a part of the land. As the Earth is precious to us, so is it precious to you.

One thing we know: there is only one God. No people, be they red or white, can be apart. We are siblings after all.”

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“We all share the blood of the first mother – we are truly children of one blood.”

~ Layne Redmond ~

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may we all stand in solidarity with the wisdom and ways of an embodied, wholistic consciousness simultaneously referencing past and future informing our actions in the here and the now to live well with deep reverence and close to the ground in sacred relationship with our mothership…

thousand fold thanks to the protectors of the earth…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 300 – 10/11/2020

Happy 94th Day of Continuation, Thay!

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i love Thay’s 94th Day of Continuation falling on this day of celebrating the astonishing light of being which i’m really celebrating today because baby chase (in Thay’s words) has arrived and is home and i am still luxuriating in being in his presence… deep bows to the wise teacher, thay, may his sagacity benefit you, chase as much as it has your mother and her mother and thousands and thousands across all time/space…

thousandfold thanks for a lifetime of teaching us and showing us the way, of being peace, of walking our talk and being an example for others, for introducing us to the miracle of mindfulness, for always being love and being present in the present moment, wonderful moment… may we all mindfully breathe with you in every precious moment… may we re-member we have arrived and are home in beloved community…

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“I think that the Buddha is already here. If you are mindful enough you can see the Buddha in anything, especially in the sangha. The twentieth century was the century of individualism, but we don’t want that anymore. Now we try to live as a community. We want to flow like a river, not a drop of water. The river will surely arrive at the ocean, but a drop of water may evaporate halfway. That’s why it is possible for us to recognize that the presence of the Buddha is the here and now. I think that every step, every breath, every word that is spoken or done in mindfulness—that is the manifestation of the Buddha. Don’t look for the Buddha elsewhere. It is in the art of living mindfully every moment of your life.”

~ Thich Nhat Hanh ~

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May we awaken…

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thousandfold thanks for being an astonishing light of being…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 299 – 10/10/2020

sending this moment, this beautiful moment  of interbeing out into the openhearted field with Thay’s words…

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Interbeing

If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without rain, the trees cannot grow; and without trees, we cannot make paper. The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. If the cloud is not here, the sheet of paper cannot be here either. So we can say that the cloud and the paper inter-are. “Interbeing” is a word that is not in the dictionary yet, but if we combine the prefix “inter-” with the verb “to be,” we have a new verb, inter-be. Without a cloud and the sheet of paper inter-are.

If we look into this sheet of paper even more deeply, we can see the sunshine in it. If the sunshine is not there, the forest cannot grow. In fact, nothing can grow. Even we cannot grow without sunshine. And so, we know that the sunshine is also in this sheet of paper. The paper and the sunshine inter-are. And if we continue to look, we can see the logger who cut the tree and brought it to the mill to be transformed into paper. And we see the wheat. We now the logger cannot exist without his daily bread, and therefore the wheat that became his bread is also in this sheet of paper. And the logger’s father and mother are in it too. When we look in this way, we see that without all of these things, this sheet of paper cannot exist.

Looking even more deeply, we can see we are in it too. This is not difficult to see, because when we look at a sheet of paper, the sheet of paper is part of our perception. Your mind is in here and mine is also. So we can say that everything is in here with this sheet of paper. You cannot point out one thing that is not here-time, space, the earth, the rain, the minerals in the soil, the sunshine, the cloud, the river, the heat. Everything co-exists with this sheet of paper. That is why I think the word inter-be should be in the dictionary. “To be” is to inter-be. You cannot just be by yourself alone. You have to inter-be with every other thing. This sheet of paper is, because everything else is.

Suppose we try to return one of the elements to its source. Suppose we return the sunshine to the sun. Do you think that this sheet of paper will be possible? No, without sunshine nothing can be. And if we return the logger to his mother, then we have no sheet of paper either. The fact is that this sheet of paper is made up only of “non-paper elements.” And if we return these non-paper elements to their sources, then there can be no paper at all. Without “non-paper elements,” like mind, logger, sunshine and so on, there will be no paper. As thin as this sheet of paper is, it contains everything in the universe in it.

The Heart of Understanding: Commentaries on the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 298 – 10/9/2020

Happy 80th Day of Continuation, John!

on the day we honor the birth of John Lennon, we also honor the day of miracles, the  birth of Guru Ram Das and so many more… today’s walk on the wild side is resting in an open strawberry field out beyond, a breathing space, a visionary place to commit acts of imagination on this ground of shifting sands, dreamscape of unknowing where we dream our collective dream forward of living in the moment in peace sharing our world as one…

naturally arising from our communal wellspring, is this image as in imagine, imagination of our imagining peace, a world living as one in this moment where there are no countries, no borders, no strangers, no wars, no religions, no possessions, no greed, no hunger, no homelessness… imagine all our relations living this moment in peace, sharing our astonishing light of being with every breath…

as we all come together in this moment to commit acts of imagination, may we live John’s, ever so relevant for today, call to action now…

Power To The People 

Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well you get on your feet
And out on the street

Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

A million workers working for nothing
You better give ’em what they really own
We got to put you down
When we come into town

Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

I gotta ask you comrades and brothers
How do you treat you own woman back home
She got to be herself
So she can free herself

Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Now, now, now, now
Oh well, power to the people

Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

Yeah, power to the people Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

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peace out!/peace in! every outbreath a dismembering/emptying, every inbreath a re-membering/fullfilling…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 297 – 10/8/2020

a day of slowing down, softening, re-membering… dancing down the path of devotion, healing/wholeing the world with singing, storytelling and silence in communion with beloved bodies of water – friends, raindrops, clouds, trees, waves of light…

a day of sauntering in beauty deeper and deeper into the core, feeling the plates of the earth continuing their millions of years of shifting and morphing as the waters of life carve arteries of flow delivering us into this moment, this beautiful moment of dying to the old and opening to the new…

a day of living simply of simply living, of simply living the question and the question today is what do i want to write to chase today to further welcome him to this world… so i listen deeply and hear to introduce him to this sacred hoop of original blessing where we all belong as rainbow threads of the most delicate and fragile/dense and strong web of ever expanding and contracting/breathing in and breathing out imaginal cells/souls inspirited to unfold great mystery as we wander in wonder along the rainbow trail of flowing synchronicity…

breathing in, re-membering, every being is luminous soul, shining one….

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 296 – 10/7/2020

“I want my life to challenge people to think philosophically. I want people to ask themselves and each other what time it is on the clock of the world.”

Grace Lee Boggs, 1915 – 2015 ~

in continuing to honor an astonishing light of being each night this week as i sit down to write, i turn to another revolutionary i love re-membering on the day she died, i’m off a couple of days this year, rest in power Grace as we reflect on your life of sacred activism… may we all live this question as contemplative quest and re-member some more of her sage words on what time it is on the clock of the world…

“We need to find that balance of life that respects each other, that thinks that the most important thing at this time on the clock of the world is not our accumulation of things, is not economic growth which threatens and imperils all life on this planet including ourselves, that the time has come to grow our souls, to grow our relationships with one another, to create families that are loving and communities that are loving, to bring the neighbor back into the hood.”

amen, sistar, i agree wholeheartedly and want to presence my favorite rendition of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah… the rolling rhythm soothes me and feels just right under the waning moon as i sync with sweet baby chase floating on the river of peace and harmony with rapids of joy…

sorry i could not figure out how to embed the video but the link will take you there…
https://youtu.be/YYiMJ2bC65A

what time is it on the clock of the world?

“The Great Peace towards which people of good will throughout the centuries have inclined their hearts, of which seers and poets for countless generations have expressed their vision, and for which from age to age the sacred teachings of humankind have constantly held the promise, is now at long last within the reach of the nations and the human family. For the first time in history it is possible for everyone to view the entire planet, with all its myriad diversified peoples, in one perspective.World peace is not only possible but inevitable. It is the next stage in the evolution of this planet!”

~ Universal House of Justice ~

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 295 – 10/6/2020

yesterday, i hinted at a miraculous dream being real-eyesed; today, i proclaim our family is so extraordinarily blessed to welcome Chase, with our hearts broken wide open, into our family… here’s to you, dearest Chase…

dear, darling, most precious one,

we have been calling you in for eternity, listening for your soul song to sing us and just as your parents were about to give up on this deepest shared dream, miracle of miracles, you arrive surprising and totally delighting us all in your perfection…

as the mother of your mother, i am forever grateful to you for choosing her, you may never know what a gift you are to us all and most especially to your parents who are so over the moon with the wonder of miraculous you…

what a wise old soul you are and what ecstasy to spend time with you watching your mother so tenderly holding you such a precious bundle of joy so contentedly dreaming and smiling and cooing and making little dolphin noises… we are wondering if we might have met you swimming in the vast pacific ocean…

sweet baby chase, you are exactly the one to restore vitality and promise in the forlorn places of our innermost distress…

may our one heart of all our relations join with us in re-joy-sing as we listen with deep appreciation to the lost chords of awe that you inspire…

thank you also for inspiring our re-membering with every breath you take of why we come to this third rock from the sun – as souls playing the music of the spheres, as holy vessels of rainbow light shining radiantly throughout the night and greeting each day as we walk together in a sacred way

boundless love, beloved chase….

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 294 – 10/5/2020

today is a miraculous day of seeing a dream real-eyesed… i really missed not being around to post this back in August and planned on using it yesterday for the astonishing light of being day until i re-membered yesterday was St Francis’s feast day and now is an even more perfect day for “i have a dream” and the astonishing light of being…

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

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

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four 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.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor’s lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, ‘Free at last! free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!’ ”