Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage

circle of color

water flowing home to source

reflecting beauty

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on another day of celebrating the earth, i celebrate the earth people rising to stand for our first mother – water who is so in need of our changing our ways…

mni wiconi… mni wiconi… mni wiconi…

water is life… water is life… water is life…

calling us to stand in love for water

to awaken to the dream bubbling up from the river below

will you stand in praise and protection of water? will you awaken to the dream of our first mother available to all her children? will you join our dream of all our relations gathered in peace? will you join us? will you gather with us in peace to protect our sacred mother waters?

In Praise of Water

Let us bless the grace of water:

The imagination of the primeval ocean
Where the first forms of life stirred
And emerged to dress the vacant earth
With warm quilts of color.

The well whose liquid root worked
Through the long night of clay,
Trusting ahead of itself openings
That would yet yield to its yearning
Until at last it arises in the desire of light
To discover the pure quiver of itself
Flowing crystal clear and free
Through delighted emptiness.

The courage of a river to continue belief
In the slow fall of ground,
Always falling farther
Toward the unseen ocean.

The river does what words would love,
Keeping its appearance
By insisting on disappearance;
Its only life surrendered
To the event of pilgrimage,
Carrying the origin to the end,

Seldom pushing or straining,
Keeping itself to itself
Everywhere all along its flow,
All at one with its sinuous mind,
An utter rhythm, never awkward,
It continues to swirl
Through all unlikeness,
With elegance:
A ceaseless traverse of presence
Soothing on each side
The stilled fields,
Sounding out its journey,
Raising up a buried music
Where the silence of time
Becomes almost audible.

Tides stirred by the eros of the moon
Draw from that permanent restlessness
Perfect waves that languidly rise
And pleat in gradual forms of aquamarine
To offer every last tear of delight
At the altar of stillness inland.

And the rain in the night, driven
By the loneliness of the wind
To perforate the darkness,
As though some air pocket might open
To release the perfume of the lost day
And salvage some memory
From its forsaken turbulence

And drop its weight of longing
Into the earth, and anchor.

Let us bless the humility of water,
Always willing to take the shape
Of whatever otherness holds it,

The buoyancy of water
Stronger than the deadening,
Downward drag of gravity,
The innocence of water,
Flowing forth, without thought
Of what awaits it,
The refreshment of water,
Dissolving the crystals of thirst.

Water: voice of grief,
Cry of love,
In the flowing tear.

Water: vehicle and idiom
Of all the inner voyaging
That keeps us alive.

Blessed be water,
Our first mother.

~ John O’Donohue ~

may we rest deeply in the river of life, the womb of the mother as we traverse this cosmic initiation of mutation and hear her wisdom of how we are to be in harmony…

drink with the beloved… we’re a caravan you see, moving toward our destiny…

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fill your cup, drink it up, ya allah allah

the fish in the water’s not thirsty

~ Kabir ~

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such a potent day… the eve of the new moon, the fiftieth celebration of earth day and b’earthday and the cosm has a different way for me to spend this day of eves… the power goes out in my neighborhood which somehow seems to be so in keeping with our planetary pregnancy… to have a pregnant pause and luxuriate in the sea of love energy preparing to plant seeds tomorrow in the holy vessels, seedpots we are feels just right …

we can plant whatever seeds we have the courage to be so take this moment to tune into devocean and conspire, breathe together… as we take a deep breath, let’s fuel ourselves with gratitude and find ourselves in the blink of an eye in the inner temple space of SMILE (Start My Internal Love Engine)… with our next deep breath, let’s relax into the feeling of smiling, of what fills us with love, with joy, with peace, with harmony and luxuriate in this frequency exhaling with an ah of awe… breathing in SMILE and holding it and multiplying the vibration five fold and with the next breath multiplying ten fold and then fifty fold and then a hundred fold, a thousand fold… being a temple radiating the music of the spheres, the cosmic hum, the psalm of re-joy-sing that all is well and we are free to be love’s frequency of peace, joy and harmony… breathing the beloved, being breathed by beloved again and again… breathing in intention, breathing out benefiting all our relations…

joining together under this new moon of the earth to plant seeds of re-new-all weaving an even more beautifull world… blessed be!