Tag: A Season of Peace – Day 40

Drink the wine down, tip the glass.  Drink with the Beloved.
Take this breath like it’s your last.   Drink with the Beloved.
We’re a caravan, you see, moving towards our destiny.  You must find the eyes to see.
Drink with the Beloved.

La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah

Go to the East or to the West.  Drink with the Beloved.
You can’t escape this birth and death.  Drink with the Beloved.
Drink the cup of loving down.  This is truly drink and drown.  What is lost, it shall be found.
Drink with the Beloved.

La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah

So listen to the inner call.  Drink with the Beloved.
The tavern masters rise and fall.  Drink with the Beloved.
Watch the drunkards reel and spin.   Feel the Presence from within, toasting with the dearest Friend.  Drink with the Beloved.

La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah
La Illaha il’Allah, La Illaha il’Allah

~ Rumi ~

welcome, well come to day 40 of a season of peace where i’ve been sauntering these 40 days in the desert of the heart – what better way than to join Rumi with re-joy-sing in a “drinking” song from another kind of tavern…

additionally, today is a day of challenge as we are called in this profound portal of metamorphing to deepen into the practice, of polishing the mirror, of deepening into our true nature which is not only what Rumi calls us to but also which this moment of planetary mutation calls us to, whispers to the us to mutate, transform…

i begin today with this soul song, Rumi’s poem singing me, as i am clean-sing, still it sings me… as i head to the healing temple it sings me, as i drink the potion to light me up, it sings me and i’m starting to feel quite a buzz as if a whole hive of bees were with me throughout the scan…

thank you beloved, divine presence and beloveds, divine presences for sharing the dance of synchronisiddhi deepening our pilgrimage into great mystery… cheers!!!!!

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our liberation is bound up with all others,

let us work together for freedom for all

~

welcome, well come to day 40 of a season of peace where i’ve been sauntering these 40 days in the desert of the heart patiently waiting to celebrate a supreme shero and queen of liberation – Harriette Tubman – and Holy Synchronicity! find that today is the 109th anniversary of  her death…

i shall now turn this platform over to the poem of Sonia Sanchez to bring light to the life of this extraordinary being…

“1

Picture a woman riding thunder on the legs of slavery    …

2

Picture her kissing our spines saying no to the eyes of slavery    …

3

Picture her rotating the earth into a shape of lives becoming    …

4

Picture her leaning into the eyes of our birth clouds   …

5

Picture this woman saying no to the constant yes of slavery  …

6

Picture a woman jumping rivers her legs inhaling moons  …

7

Picture her ripe with seasons of legs    …   running    …

8

Picture her tasting the secret corners of woods    …

9

Picture her saying: You have within you the strength,
the patience, and the passion
to reach for the stars,
to change the world    …

10

Imagine her words: Every great dream begins
with a dreamer  …

11

Imagine her saying: I freed a thousand slaves,
could have freed
a thousand more if they
only knew they were slaves    …

12

Imagine her humming: How many days we got
fore we taste freedom    …

13

Imagine a woman asking: How many workers
for this freedom quilt   …

14

Picture her saying: A live runaway could do
great harm by going back
but a dead runaway
could tell no secrets    …

15

Picture the daylight bringing her to woods full of birth moons …

16

Picture John Brown shaking her hands three times saying: General Tubman. General Tubman. General Tubman.

17

Picture her words: There’s two things I got a
right to: death or liberty …

18

Picture her saying no to a play called Uncle Tom’s Cabin: I am the real thing  …

19

Picture a Black woman: could not read or write trailing freedom refrains   …

20

Picture her face turning southward walking down a Southern road   …

21

Picture this woman freedom bound    …    tasting a people’s preserved breath…

22

Picture this woman of royalty   …    wearing a crown of morning air   …

23

Picture her walking, running, reviving a country’s breath    …

24

Picture black voices leaving behind lost tongues  …“

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may we continue her underground railroad mission as an aboveground movement of liberation from the inside out…

our liberation is bound up with all others,

let us work together for freedom for all

~

welcome, well come to day 40 of a season of peace where i’ve been sauntering these 40 days in the desert of the heart patiently waiting to celebrate a supreme shero and queen of liberation – Harriette Tubman – and Holy Synchronicity! find that today is the 108th anniversary of  her death…

i shall now turn this platform over to the poem of Sonia Sanchez to bring light to the life of this extraordinary being…

1

Picture a woman riding thunder on the legs of slavery    …

2

Picture her kissing our spines saying no to the eyes of slavery    …

3

Picture her rotating the earth into a shape of lives becoming    …

4

Picture her leaning into the eyes of our birth clouds   …

5

Picture this woman saying no to the constant yes of slavery  …

6

Picture a woman jumping rivers her legs inhaling moons  …

7

Picture her ripe with seasons of legs    …   running    …

8

Picture her tasting the secret corners of woods    …

9

Picture her saying: You have within you the strength,
the patience, and the passion
to reach for the stars,
to change the world    …

10

Imagine her words: Every great dream begins
with a dreamer  …

11

Imagine her saying: I freed a thousand slaves,
could have freed
a thousand more if they
only knew they were slaves    …

12

Imagine her humming: How many days we got
fore we taste freedom    …

13

Imagine a woman asking: How many workers
for this freedom quilt   …

14

Picture her saying: A live runaway could do
great harm by going back
but a dead runaway
could tell no secrets    …

15

Picture the daylight bringing her to woods full of birth moons …

16

Picture John Brown shaking her hands three times saying: General Tubman. General Tubman. General Tubman.

17

Picture her words: There’s two things I got a
right to: death or liberty …

18

Picture her saying no to a play called Uncle Tom’s Cabin: I am the real thing  …

19

Picture a Black woman: could not read or write trailing freedom refrains   …

20

Picture her face turning southward walking down a Southern road   …

21

Picture this woman freedom bound    …    tasting a people’s preserved breath…

22

Picture this woman of royalty   …    wearing a crown of morning air   …

23

Picture her walking, running, reviving a country’s breath    …

24

Picture black voices leaving behind lost tongues  …

~

may we continue her underground railroad mission as an aboveground movement of liberation from the inside out…

welcome, welcome to day 40 of a season of peace… today is another of my favorite moments in the cycle of life when we rest in the in between times moon, the rainbow moon who sings a song of transformation, the full moon of miracles on this most auspicious final day in the tibetan buddhist calendar of celebrating losar, the new year with chotrul duchen, the day of buddha showering blessing upon blessing and when it’s a day to offer light… 

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The Light of Smiles

I will light the match of smiles. My gloom veil will disappear. I shall behold my soul in the light of smiles hidden behind the accumulated darkness of ages. When I find myself, I shall race through all hearts with the torch of my soul-smiles. My heart will smile first, then my eyes, then my face. Every body part will shine in the light of smiles.

 I will run amid the thickets of melancholy hearts and make a bonfire of all sorrows. I am the irresistible fire of smiles. I will fan myself with the breeze of God-joy and blaze my way through the darkness of all minds. My smiles will convey His smiles and whoever meets me will catch a whiff of my divine joy. I will carry fragrant, purifying torches of smiles for all hearts.

from Metaphysical Meditations
by Paramahansa Yogananda

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yes, may we all travel in an awakened way with hearts wide open and filled with lovingkindness… may we be well and peaceful and at ease and free under the radiant light of this supermoon of miracles…

om shanti, shanti, shantihi…