Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 171 – 6/4/2020

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“I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality…. I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.”

~ Martin Luther King, Jr.~

in these turbulent times, i feel so much the need to re-member the astonishing light of being on a moment by moment basis and am so greatful for everyone’s holding the space of light, love, compassion and generosity… today, on this national day of mourning in the usa, thanks be for all the beings of great courage with the strength to be in this moment of great pain with hearts wide open working for the liberation of us all, holding the dream of peace prevailing in a world that works for all with eyes wide open to the tremendous amount of work required to get us there…

and now from John O’Donohue, a blessing to help us in those moments of weariness, loneliness, overwhelm and anxiety; may these words comfort as so many words today spoken in so many grieving circles have lifted my spirit as proof that so many are truly walking the talk of we are all in this together with no one free until we are all free…

“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.

Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.

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

may we embody the generosity of brother sun, the imagination of sister moon, the grounded interconnectedness of the standing talls and the flowing nature of oceanic sky trusting that love always finds a way and justice will roll down with clean-sing revolutionary action….

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 170 – 6/3/2020

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an invitation to fall down onto the earth from poet and Zen priest, Zenju Earthlyn Manuel, during this global dark night of the soul…

“If you are still holding up trying to meditate, I invite you to fall down. Fall down on the earth. Come down here and smell the sweat of terror on your skin, overpowering the scent of agarwood. Come down on all fours and greet the darkness that reeks of death, reaches out its desperate hand and asks to be loved as much as we love the light it gives.

Come down here on this earth and breathe for those gasping for air. Hear each scream as a bell that never stops ringing. Bury your face in the mud of this intimate place, in this shared disease and tragedy.

If you have nothing to say, now is the time for the deeper silence honed that does not apologize or seeks something kind to say. And yet the deeper silence is not quiet. It whispers in the dark and wakes you from the nightmare.

Come down here and be still on the earth. Let loose shame, rage, guilt, grief, pain, and make a river of it.

Come down here. Catch the love poems hidden in the shouting, watch the unfolding of the seasons from the ground, look up at the sky. And when it hurts from being down here so long, roll over and see what you couldn’t see from the other side.

Breathe out loud. No particular posture needed.

Fall down onto the earth. Fall off your soft cushions. Come down here. Come down here, where the only lullaby tonight will be the sound of your heart drumming the songs you were born with.”

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 169 – 6/2/2020

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“‘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 ~

i love the quotation above so much that i wanted to post it again to wellcome you to the second day of justice june and a moon of justice rolling down in cleansing actions guided by love creating a world of peace… again,as we are in this crossroads moment witnessing justice being denied and feeling a planetary tidal wave of grief, 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 have been called to float serenely in the sea of love energy today, no body surfing the waves, my nervous system simply needs the central sun and ocean of being and love love love today… and so i offer all ambassadors of love a litany from the Reverend Dr Yolanda Pierce, the first woman to be appointed as Howard University’s Dean in the Divinity School’s 150-year history… although she directs it toward those not ready for healing, it feels so healing to me like those cleansing waters of justice…

“Litany for Those Who Aren’t Ready for Healing

Let us not rush to the language of healing, before understanding the fullness of the injury and the depth of the wound.

Let us not rush to offer a band-aid, when the gaping wound requires surgery and complete reconstruction.

Let us not offer false equivalencies, thereby diminishing the particular pain being felt in a particular circumstance in a particular historical moment.

Let us not speak of reconciliation without speaking of reparations and restoration, or how we can repair the breach and how we can restore the loss.

Let us not rush past the loss of this mother’s child, this father’s child…someone’s beloved son.

Let us not value property over people; let us not protect material objects while human lives hang in the balance.

Let us not value a false peace over a righteous justice.

Let us not be afraid to sit with the ugliness, the messiness, and the pain that is life in community together.

Let us not offer clichés to the grieving, those whose hearts are being torn asunder.

Instead…

Let us mourn black and brown men and women, those killed extrajudicially every 28 hours.

Let us lament the loss of a man, dead at the hands of a police officer who described him as a demon.

Let us weep at a criminal justice system, which is neither blind nor just.

Let us call for the mourning men and the wailing women, those willing to rend their garments of privilege and ease, and sit in the ashes of this nation’s original sin.

Let us be silent when we don’t know what to say.

Let us be humble and listen to the pain, rage, and grief pouring from the lips of our neighbors and friends.

Let us decrease, so that our brothers and sisters who live on the underside of history may increase.

Let us pray with our eyes open and our feet firmly planted on the ground

Let us listen to the shattering glass and let us smell the purifying fires, for it is the language of the unheard.

God, in your mercy…

Show me my own complicity in injustice.

Convict me for my indifference.

Forgive me when I have remained silent.

Equip me with a zeal for righteousness.

Never let me grow accustomed or acclimated to unrighteousness.”

in this critical moment of apocalypse, lifting of the veils, when we are called to be wise as serpents and see clearly the injustice and suffering, may we also re-member our calling to be gentle as doves in service to all relatives trusting in the perfection of the cosm, the implicate order that we are made for these times to rise in love singing, we shall overcome…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 168 – 6/1/2020

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“‘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 ~

wellcome to justice june and a month of justice rolling down in cleansing actions guided by love creating a world of peace… as we are in this crossroads moment witnessing justice being denied and feeling a planetary tidal wave of grief, this is the moment for us all to join hands and stand in love for love being justice in every thought, word and deed…

 “The time for action is now, people are taking to the streets, flooding social media, calling local officials and demanding justice for those who have been killed by the police all over the county and now is the time to join them.”

the above quotation comes from the The Movement For Black Lives and a coalition of organizers mobilizing across the country who invite us all to take part in a week of action June 1st to 7th in defense of Black lives as an opportunity to advance justice in all beings and throughout the cosmos… check out https://m4bl.org/week-of-action/ for more info…

and, another movement that’s long heard the clarion call to work ceaselessly for justice, the Poor People’s Campaign is also holding days of action building to a virtual march on Washington on June 20… for more info and a toolkit, click here… sorry for the incredibly long link… https://www.poorpeoplescampaign.org/arts-culture/everybodys-got-a-right-to-live-cultural-day-of-action/?link_id=2&can_id=8e1ed8975217aaae69e2d79620dfec28&source=email-our-goal-is-to-build-permanently-organized-communities&email_referrer=email_818317&email_subject=an-uprising-is-a-collective-gasp-for-life

finally, one more link with a list of 75 things we can do for racial justice and if we do just 2 or 3/day, we’ve contributed mightily to building a strong foundation of justice… https://medium.com/equality-includes-you/what-white-people-can-do-for-racial-justice-f2d18b0e0234

thanks and deep bows for joining in this critical moment with the opportunity to co-create a world of peace built on justice guided by love…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 167 – 5/31/2020

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how aptly this moon is named metamorphosing may and here we come to this momentous moment of closing the circle on this phase of the great pause breathing gaia and calling us ever deeper into the earth of being…

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…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 166 – 5/30/2020

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We’re Feeling the Loss – Singing for the Unheard

“It’s my face man
I didn’t do nothing serious man
please
please
please I can’t breathe
please man
please somebody
please man
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
please
(inaudible)
man can’t breathe, my face
just get up
I can’t breathe
please (inaudible)
I can’t breathe sh*t
I will
I can’t move
mama
mama
I can’t
my knee
my nuts
I’m through
I’m through
I’m claustrophobic
my stomach hurt
my neck hurts
everything hurts
some water or something
please
please
I can’t breathe officer
don’t kill me
they gon’ kill me man
come on man
I cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
they gon’ kill me
they gon’ kill me
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
please sir
please
please
please I can’t breathe”

~ George Floyd’s Last Words ~

yes, we are feeling the loss… as people of the world, we grieve the tragic loss of another life at the hands of police… we stand in commonunity with everyone who is hurting. and call for an end to killing for each one is a wound to the heart of all our relatives and a shameful, indelible mark…

some more singing from the late and great poet/pilgrim on a journey, Langston Hughes…

~

Let America Be America Again

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed — Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There’s never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”) Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek — And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean — Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That’s made America the land it has become. O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home — For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore, And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came To build a “homeland of the free.” The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we’ve dreamed And all the songs we’ve sung And all the hopes we’ve held And all the flags we’ve hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay — Except the dream that’s almost dead today. O, let America be America again — The land that never has been yet — And yet must be–the land where every man is free. The land that’s mine — the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME — Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose — The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath — America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain — All, all the stretch of these great green states — And make America again!

~

on April 14, 1967 in a speech at Stanford University titled “The Other America,” Dr. King addresses race, poverty and economic justice and speaks to the language of the unheard in the following quotation from the much longer speech…

“Certain conditions continue to exist in our society, which must be condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard. And what is it that America has failed to hear? It has failed to hear that the plight of the Negro poor has worsened over the last few years. It has failed to hear that the promises of freedom and justice have not been met. And it has failed to hear that large segments of white society are more concerned about tranquility and the status quo than about justice, equality and humanity. And so in a real sense our nation’s summers of riots are caused by our nation’s winters of delay. And as long as America postpones justice, we stand in the position of having these recurrences of violence and riots over and over again. Social justice and progress are the absolute guarantors of riot prevention.”

https://www.crmvet.org/docs/otheram.htm

may we take this extraordinary moment and grieve the loss of so many by singing and co-creating a cosmos of compassion and peace built on justice and guided by love…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 165 – 5/29/2020

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today is the 103rd 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.

Today the expenditure of billions of dollars every year on weapons acquired for the purpose of making sure we never need to use them is essential to keeping the peace. But surely the acquisition of such idle stockpiles–which can only destroy and never create–is not the only, much less the most efficient, means of assuring peace.

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 reexamine 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 manmade–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…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 164 – 5/28/2020

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

as another wise sage proclaims…

“We are earth people on a Spiritual journey to the Stars. Our Quest, our earth walk, is to look within, to know who we are, to see that we are connected to all things, that there is no separation, only in the mind.”  ~ Lakota Seer ~

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 the 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…

thousandfold thanks for our flowing in beauty…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 163 – 5/27/2020

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

~ Maya Angelou ~

six years ago i posted this image not real-eye-sing, i would awaken the next day to hear of the author of I Know Now Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou’s release to always be our rainbow bird and sing of love, peace and joy freely across the cosmic sky… let us celebrate maya an astonishing light of being and all peacemakers with a profound poem on peace she read at the United Nation’s 50th anniversary in 1995…

A Brave and Startling Truth

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…

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 7 – Day 162 – 5/26/2020

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for the last six years, yesterday is a sojourn of  embarking on a deep dive into the watery realms – two years ago it even came in with quite an extraordinary lucid dream of presence, of being so fully in the present moment as love… i’m on a plane flying at high altitude with my soul daughter on one side and my peace partner on the other… we are journeying to the big island and all is well… the pilot comes on after we hear the familiar ding to fasten our seatbelts saying that we are going down… in that instant, the plane nosedives and we are plunging into a watery grave… the moment i heard his solemn voice i knew the pilot was telling us we were all going to die and i feel the most grounded peace that passeth all understanding along with equanimity, love and gratitude flowing into every cell of my body/our one body as i reach out my hands to my co-hearts in this moment of surrender to what is and in that very instant, the plane is lifted by a thousand invisible wings and we glide into a smooth landing into paradise…

ah, bliss, this moment of being awakened love, peace, joy, equanimity and harmony… ah, the sacred space of radiant love… may we all luxuriate in the joy always bubbling underground in the deep core of being…

 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 map we’ll draw for this moon journey…

how will we nurture creativity?

what will we focus on creating?

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

such a vital calling vibrating in the cosmic airwaves of turbulence…

may the wise ones sing us home and help us to navigate the journey into peace guided by justice and anchored in love…