Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 263- 9/5/2023

we are coming down the homestretch to the international day of peace on the 21st of this moon and a year and a week ago a great man of peace died; it feels just right to honor him today as we celebrate the astonishing light of our interbeing in this sacred moment of eternity and to re-member this being of perestroika and glasnost, revolution and openness, who was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1990. i’m going to have Gorby speak for himself in some excerpts from his lengthy acceptance speech given in June of 1991 just months before stepping down as the Soviet Union’s first and only president…

“This moment is no less emotional for me than the one when I first learned about the decision of the Nobel Committee. For on similar occasions great men addressed humankind – men famous for their courage in working to bring together morality and politics. Among them were my compatriots.

The award of the Nobel Peace Prize makes one think once again about a seemingly simple and clear question: What is peace?

Preparing for my address I found in an old Russian encyclopedia a definition of “peace” as a “commune” – the traditional cell of Russian peasant life. I saw in that definition the people’s profound understanding of peace as harmony, concord, mutual help, and cooperation.

This understanding is embodied in the canons of world religions and in the works of philosophers from antiquity to our time. The names of many of them have been mentioned here before. Let me add another one to them. Peace “propagates wealth and justice, which constitute the prosperity of nations;” a peace which is “just a respite from wars … is not worthy of the name;” peace implies “general counsel”. This was written almost 200 years ago by Vasiliy Fyodorovich Malinovskiy – the dean of the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum at which the great Pushkin was educated.

Since then, of course, history has added a great deal to the specific content of the concept of peace. In this nuclear age it also means a condition for the survival of the human race. But the essence, as understood both by the popular wisdom and by intellectual leaders, is the same.

Today, peace means the ascent from simple coexistence to cooperation and common creativity among countries and nations…

Peace is not unity in similarity but unity in diversity, in the comparison and conciliation of differences. And, ideally, peace means the absence of violence. It is an ethical value. And here we have to recall Rajiv Gandhi, who died so tragically a few days ago…

Perestroika, which once again is returning our people to commonsense, has enabled us to open up to the world, and has restored a normal relationship between the country’s internal development and its foreign policy. But all this takes a lot of hard work. To a people which believed that its government’s policies had always been true to the cause of peace, we proposed what was in many ways a different policy, which would genuinely serve the cause of peace, while differing from the prevailing view of what it meant and particularly from the established stereotypes as to how one should protect it. We proposed new thinking in foreign policy…

I began my book about perestroika and the new thinking with the following words: “We want to be understood”. After a while I felt that it was already happening. But now I would like once again to repeat those words here, from this world rostrum. Because to understand us really – to understand so as to believe us – proved to be not at all easy, owing to the immensity of the changes under way in our country. Their magnitude and character are such as to require in-depth analysis. Applying conventional wisdom to perestroika is unproductive. It is also futile and dangerous to set conditions, to say: We’ll understand and believe you, as soon as you, the Soviet Union, come completely to resemble “us”, the West…

We want to be an integral part of modern civilization, to live in harmony with mankind’s universal values, abide by the norms of international law, follow the “rules of the game” in our economic relations with the outside world. We want to share with all other peoples the burden of responsibility for the future of our common house…

Our democracy is being born in pain. A political culture is emerging – one that presupposes debate and pluralism, but also legal order and, if democracy is to work, strong government authority based on one law for all. This process is gaining strength. Being resolute in the pursuit of perestroika, a subject of much debate these days, must be measured by the commitment to democratic change. Being resolute does not mean a return to repression, diktat or the suppression of rights and freedoms. I will never agree to having our society split once again into Reds and Whites, into those who claim to speak and act “on behalf of the people” and those who are “enemies of the people”. Being resolute today means to act within the framework of political and social pluralism and the rule of law to provide conditions for continued reform and prevent a breakdown of the state and economic collapse, prevent the elements of chaos from becoming catastrophic…

Ladies and gentlemen, international politics is another area where a great deal depends on the correct interpretation of what is now happening in the Soviet Union. This is true today, and it will remain so in the future…

The more I reflect on the current world developments, the more I become convinced that the world needs perestroika no less than the Soviet Union needs it. Fortunately, the present generation of policy-makers, for the most part, are becoming increasingly aware of this interrelationship, and also of the fact that now that perestroika has entered its critical phase the Soviet Union is entitled to expect large-scale support to assure its success…

If we fail to reach an understanding regarding a new phase of cooperation, we will have to look for other ways, for time is of the essence. But if we are to move to that new phase, those who participate in and even shape world politics also must continue to change, to review their philosophic perception of the changing realities of the world and of its imperatives. Otherwise, there is no point in drawing up a joint program of practical action…

The Cold War is over. The risk of a global nuclear war has practically disappeared. The Iron Curtain is gone. Germany has united, which is a momentous milestone in the history of Europe. There is not a single country on our continent which would not regard itself as fully sovereign and independent… The idea is not at all to consolidate a part of our civilization on, so to say, a European platform versus the rest of the world. Suspicions of that kind do exist. But, on the contrary, the idea is to develop and build upon the momentum of integration in Europe, embodied politically in the Charter of Paris for the whole of Europe. This should be done in the context of common movement towards a new and peaceful period in world history, towards new interrelationship and integrity of mankind… Asia, Africa, Latin America, the Near and Middle East, all of them, are to play a great role in this common cause whose prospects are difficult to forecast today…

Progress towards the civilization of the 21st century will certainly not be simple or easy. One cannot get rid overnight of the heavy legacy of the past or the dangers created in the post-war years. We are experiencing a turning point in international affairs and are only at the beginning of a new, and I hope mostly peaceful, lengthy period in the history of civilization…

However, to accomplish this all members of the world community should resolutely discard old stereotypes and motivations nurtured by the Cold War, and give up the habit of seeking each other’s weak spots and exploiting them in their own interests. We have to respect the peculiarities and differences which will always exist, even when human rights and freedoms are observed throughout the world. I keep repeating that with the end of confrontation differences can be made a source of healthy competition, an important factor for progress. This is an incentive to study each other, to engage in exchanges, a prerequisite for the growth of mutual trust. For knowledge and trust are the foundations of a new world order. Hence the necessity, in my view, to learn to forecast the course of events in various regions of the globe, by pooling the efforts of scientists, philosophers and humanitarian thinkers within the UN framework. Policies, even the most prudent and precise, are made by man. We need maximum insurance to guarantee that decisions taken by members of the world community should not affect the security, sovereignty and vital interests of its other members or damage the natural environment and the moral climate of the world…

I am an optimist and I believe that together we shall be able now to make the right historical choice so as not to miss the great chance at the turn of centuries and millenia and make the current extremely difficult transition to a peaceful world order. A balance of interests rather than a balance of power, a search for compromise and concord rather than a search for advantages at other people’s expense, and respect for equality rather than claims to leadership – such are the elements which can provide the groundwork for world progress and which should be readily acceptable for reasonable people informed by the experience of the twentieth century.

The future prospect of truly peaceful global politics lies in the creation through joint efforts of a single international democratic space in which States shall be guided by the priority of human rights and welfare for their own citizens and the promotion of the same rights and similar welfare elsewhere. This is an imperative of the growing integrity of the modern world and of the interdependence of its components.”

Rest in Peace, Mikhail Gorbachev, a vector of change who shaped world history…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 262- 9/4/2023

in this moment of eternity when we celebrate labor of love day, i find myself  spending some moments this day contemplating the notion of labor and reflecting upon its essence as a labor of love, as the great work of being pregnant with an unknown creation forming within, a seed we water and feed and sing to as we hold space reverentially for the new and gather with others to support the birthing process, to shelter the labor of love, the great work of and for all our relatives… thousand fold thanks for all the beings joining in creating a world of light…

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Song of the Builders

On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God –

a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillside

this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hope

it will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.

~ Mary Oliver ~

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in closing, a few words from Martin Luther King’s final speech – the next day he was killed in Memphis, Tennessee in 1968 where King went to support garbage workers who were on strike to protest unsafe conditions, abusive supervisors, low wages and to gain recognition for their union…

“I would like to live a long life,” he said. “Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And he’s allowed me to go up to the mountain, and I’ve looked over, and I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the promised land.”

the way to get there is every day to continue the labor of love and the struggle for human dignity, workers’ rights, living wages, and social justice… to intend and act from an energy of compassion and liberation and light, to align more and more deeply with source, the self organizing intelligence of  the ever regenerating space we call home…

celebrating our labors and laborers of love, especially essential workers – let’s get to work putting real workers of essence, the master builders of our world, at the front of the line and give them accolades and discounts for their inestimable service… and, may we all celebrate our laboring, our birthing a onederfilled world of love…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 261 – 9/3/2023

“Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars 

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment, 

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders 
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is 

nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned 

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side 

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world 

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it 


against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it
go,
to let it go.”

these challenging times speak to letting go and to the profound lessons of impermanence, compassion, and grief that can be learned as Mary Oliver muses in her poem quoted above…

may we learn to appreciate both nature’s wrath and beauty, understanding our place in the balance of things…

“Be completely empty. Be perfectly serene. The ten thousand things arise together; in their arising is their return. Now they flower, and flowering sink homeward, returning to the root. The return to the root is peace. Peace: to accept what must be, to know what endures. In that knowledge is wisdom. Without it, ruin, disorder. To know what endures is to be openhearted, magnanimous, regal, blessed, following the Tao, the way that endures forever. The body comes to its ending, but there is nothing to fear.” ~ Verse 16, Tao Te Ching ~

“Death, whether our own or others, can be a powerful gateway to complete tenderness. The confrontation with the impermanence of all things is perhaps the widest gate to liberation from suffering. Facing death or dealing with death, our sight becomes clear. ‘Priorities and omissions are etched in a merciless light,’ as Audre Lorde wrote. Given the sheer quantity of death around us, why not use this merciless light to better see who we are?”

~ Zenju Earthlyn Manuel ~

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 260 – 9/2/2023

welcome to the second day of soulful september where under the tutelage of the sun in virgo, the virgin who is one in the true self, we attune to the all that is with the energy of bhakti, of devotedly opening the heart ever wider and deeper….

re-membering grandmother weaving joyfully

returning to her, we breathe in harmony

our one heart soars with great mystery

buoyantly floating in the vast skysea…

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may we live in love in the buoyantsea

planting seeds of peace in the fields of rainbow mystery

kindling the inner light eternally

dancing home together joyfully

flowing as one effortlessly…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 259 – 9/1/2023

a heartmind like sky

emptiness as vast as space

witnesses wonder

the sanskrit word for emptiness is shunyata while the chinese character is sky; both representations plus the image of hang gliding convey some of the experience of our true nature of emptiness…  the joyful freedom and liberation when we are empty of separation, weightiness, burdens and limitation… a state empty of suffering while grounded in boundless compassion for all relatives, a state sans borders and boundaries, as vast and expansive as the deep peace of the running wave flowing through the all that is… a state of flying into the great unknown, syncing/sinking/surrendering into emptiness which can feel disorienting especially when done wholeheartedly and it is that same whole-heartedness that saves, that orients, that aligns us with source…

welcome to soulful september where we align with the master sculpting force that chisels away the stone of illusion and expectation releasing the soul held within to take flight and dive ever deeper into the peace passing all understanding, the peace found in the center of the medicine wheel…

re-member open sky

return to her, breathe and fly

our one heart soars high

listen with me now as we surrender to boundless love to the Love Prayer the inimitable Charlie Chaplin heard singing him on his 70th birthday:

“As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”. As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody as I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”. As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it “MATURITY”. As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”. As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”. As I began to love myself I freed myself of any thing that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”. As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”. As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worry about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”. As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.

may we all walk in a soulful way today and every day with each breath a new beginning, each moment of eternity a walk in beauty with all our relatives traveling as one along the rainbow trail deeper into great mystery’s sacred web of life everlasting…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 258 – 8/31/2023

blessing the space between us

as we journey into great mystery,

the pilgrimage to our one heart

so much space to bless in this intensely mysterious moon that has both flown by at the speed of hummingbird and each day filled to overflowing with the whole spectrum as if a whole turn around the sun has elapsed in the course of a day leaving me feeling i’ve covered thousands of miles metaphorically traveling the seven seas and everywhere in between even if we never left our dwelling place… so much awakening and dreaming, growing and staying still, moving and centering…

so, in this moment of eternity, this awegusto moment, may we shower ourselves and each other with lovingkindness and compassion re-membering we optimize wholeness for all with the smallest of gestures… a SMILE, hugs, thumbs up, deeply listening, taking healing breaks throughout the day, flowers, a cuppa, coming home to the moment with every breath, seeing through the eyes of wonder and awe… like this open hand, being open vessels for life to flow through… every inbreath, inhaling grace, every outbreath, surrendering efforting and striving and pushing against the river… always trusting what is ours to do/be comes to us naturally; we need only listen to our one heart’s song whispering the way of the path with heart for which we all long…

what an awegusto august we have shared, what a blessed space we have inhabited walking each other home in a sacred way through the fires of purification of the planetary portals when waves of union, of communion, sweep energetically across the planet re-minding, re-heartening all our relatives to our true, shared reality of  one source, one body, one heart, one mind, one spirit…

such a potent collective moment of great turning for living the grail quest-ion, what really matters? what breaks your heart? what breaks your heart wide open waking you up each moment to serve?

listen deeply hearing the hum of  our one heart re-joy-sing as we walk this pathless path together coming home to our one heart, summoning the courage each moment of eternity to  simply take one more step into great mystery’s sea of love energy, the ever expanding abunDANCE of a friendly uni-verse…

today, i am re-joy-sing in the knowing that in the chaos, we are birthing a dancing rainbow star, a cosmos of peace and harmony guided by love…will you join me in placing your hand on your heart, our one heart and holding this intention wholeheartedly with every wild molecule in your body, our one body?

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 257 – 8/30/2023

welcome and blue moon blessings!

relatives, we are being lovingly invited

to spend this moment, this beautiful moment of eternity

at home in the cave of the heart with beloved community

under this blue super full moon in pisces which amplifies the awakening of our common unity and collective creativity channeled into service for all cosmic relatives, with the symbol for Pisces, being one fish swimming downstream and another swimming upstream, we are invited to enter into the power of integrating duality, incorporating both the inner and the outer realms, the light and the dark, the highs and the lows and to activate the wisdom of polarity (like 2 magnets coming together in their opposite nature), to create something anew / the trinity codes of potential / a “third door” of possibility… and, with the Sun in Virgo (Virgin / High Priestess / Queen), this is a Seeress / Priestess Moon to activate and ground visions and dreams for one and for all giving us a powerful opportunity to consciously beam our unified prayers to bless each other and all our relatives in this sacred moment of eternity in the great turning…

in this moment, may we simply interbe presence of essence coming just as we are, our radiant, astonishing light of being true selves…

endowed with a birthright of inner knowing the oneness we are and delighting in wonder, awe, bliss, compassion, flow, grace, joy, kindness and wisdom

as we drink in the blue moon rays flooding us with divine transfusions of transfiguring love and truth serum counteracting archaic conditioning no longer serving multidimensional beings of harmony consciousness, a dream arises of being in this field out beyond of beloved communion and hearing that our mission is to sing…

are you hearing beloved singing us? listen a little deeper for the cosmic hum as we suspend noise and distraction in this moment, this beautiful moment… are you hearing the whispers of the ancestors flowing through our oceanic body? ah yes, let’s pause here in the stillpoint and align with the rhythm of our one heart…

may earth’s song reach into our deepest and wildest sacred spaces… may we hear the melodic voices of all our relations… may our inhalations inspire re-joy-sing and our exhalations re-sound and re-verberate harmony throughout the watery womb of our one heart…

may we sing wherever we are, a song of compassion blessing all cosmic gardeners as we cultivate and attune with the one body/mind/soul/spirit encircling us all…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 256 – 8/29/2023

i am so grateful for this day of sweet surrender,

this day of being one with the tides of life…

seeing from vast ocean’s vantage point

the intricate web grandmother delicately weaves

connecting dots that on first glance appear unrelated

until one looks homeward with angelic eyes of the heart

discerning now the divine design patiently waiting in the wings for the blind to see…

thousand fold thanks for this moment, this beautiful moment of luminescence…

yes, it’s another moment of eternity of soulitude with one of my favorite ancient stories said to come from China flowing in on the high tide… ah so, maybe:

once upon a time there was a Chinese farmer whose horse ran away… that evening, all of his neighbors came around to commiserate saying, “we are so sorry to hear your horse has run away, this is most unfortunate,” to which the old farmer replied, “ah so, maybe...” the next day the horse came back bringing seven wild horses with him and in the evening everybody came back saying, “oh, isn’t that lucky, what a great turn of events, you now have eight horses!” the farmer again replied, “ah so, maybe..

the following day his son tried to break one of the horses and while riding, he was thrown and broke his leg to which the neighbors then said, “oh dear, that’s too bad,” and the farmer responded, “ah so, maybe…” the next day the conscription officers came around to conscript people into the army and they rejected his son because he had a broken leg… again all the neighbors came around and said, “isn’t that great!” again, he said, “ah so, maybe…”

ah so, may we all be as equanimous as this wise man of nature for:

“You never know what will be the consequence of the misfortune; or, you never know what will be the consequences of good fortune.”  ~ Alan Watts ~

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 255 – 8/28/2023

today we honor the 60th anniversary of the March on Washington… on August 28, 1963, over 100 years after the Emancipation Proclamation took effect, the historic March on Washington unfolded on the National Mall in Washington, D.C. which had never seen a demonstration of this magnitude with approximately 250,000 people with the shared goal of achieving social justice gathering in the city thanks to the efforts of Civil Rights leaders like A. Philip Randolph, Bayard Rustin, Roy Wilkins, Whitney Young, John Lewis, James L. Farmer Jr., and Dr. King and organizations such as the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC), the Congress of Racial Equality (CORE), the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters, and the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) united to address the key political, social, and economic concerns facing the African American community at the time, including racial violence, labor exploitation, unemployment, and discrimination… this powerful day included what came to be known as the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s iconic “I Have a Dream” speech after being prompted by his friend the renowned gospel singer, Mahalia Jackson, to put down his prepared speech and tell the people of his dream…

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“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!”

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may our dreams of freedom and peace and justice for all come alive today…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 10 – Day 254 – 8/27/2023

withdrawing from the outer world may seem like capitulation or loss, when, in reality the very act of emptying out and coming into the stillpoint is what engenders creation….

ah, the gift of unplugging and standing in the center of the sacred hoop of life – everywhere i walk today reveals the divine, every step deepens the knowing of the interconnection, the oneness we are, all is love… look into the reflecting pool of life, what do you see? what sees you? may we all take this moment to breathe in our true nature, feel the love and celebrate with wild abandon…

the invitation to go within and listen for the heart song instructing each and every relative to slow down and take it easy for all answers are within always comes through so emphatically after spending the day with a soul new to the planet giving so many moments of eternity to soul study, soulitude, solitude… may we in this moment of great turning all be hollow reeds attuned to the cosmic hum with the divine music of the spheres resounding the frequencies of peace, love, joy, harmony, wisdom, compassion and grace in ever widening circles rippling across the ever expanding cosmos…

offering great thanks to our mother the earth, our father the sky, sister moon,  brother sun and to all our relations for our earth walk, the way of the heart…

as we (s)age into grace we return to where we began… the garden of eden, heaven on earth and we see everything as if for the first time… this present moment, this ordinary moment, this extraordinary moment all one in the same…

when we rest fully in this moment, dwelling in the consciousness of the divine, we embody awe, awakened wonderfilled energy, and radiant light fills our being shining everywhere…

“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 ~

let’s close this sacred ceremony in a silent retreat into the watery womb where we nurture our roots, our soulfull essence as we cross over the liminal space, the threshold, to go within for truth of how to dwell in an upended world by stopping the world we have known and living more and more in graceland, in the sacred space beyond words, in the joyous radiance of the silent heart overflowing with compassion… blessed bee…

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