on this new moon of manifestation, may we all sit, stay and heal as we listen for the cosmic soul song…
may we honor all our relatives re-membering we are love, loved, beloved…
may peace flow…
every moment is pregnant with the promise of peace… with every breath, may we practice peace, we are peace, may we all be peace with every breath… for all the moments of today and the next two days, globally, we are intending deep peace culminating on thursday with the International Day of Peace… may we join with all that is in a heartfelt effort to be peace for our cosmos.
New Moon in Virgo Peace Invocation
We call on all noble hearts to find within the light of love and divinity that dwells in them from time immemorial, since their souls have existed…
May this light … expand on the earth showering her face with peace and harmony…
May this light … calm and harmonize the black shadow of war, violence, hate and disharmony…
May this light … fill the hearts of all and the sites of nations where the shadow of violence has found a place to stay.
May this light reach the hearts and minds of ALL the Heads of State,
of ALL leaders of the revolution from right to left from north to south…
We extend our profound gratitude to all the Mamos (Shamans) of the world, all men, women and children from different cultures, races and creeds, from all cardinal directions who have joined us and those who will join us in this effort to raise a prayer for peace and nonviolence…
We wash away the cries of the distressed, the blood of the victims of violence, the pain of their families.
May they be replaced by the innocent laughter of children, the ideals of youth and the wisdom of life of our elders.
May we no longer know the signs of strife: to hear birds singing sorrows, nor watch clouds stained with blood, nor feel breezes intense with heat, nor see rivers swollen by the mountains’ tears…
May new bonds of unity and peace form through our reciting this invocation together embracing humanity in cosmic harmony…
one by one, breath by breath, moment by moment
each of our individual thoughts words and deeds
transforms the cosmos into beloved communion
as we saunter along the transformative inner pathless path to peace guided by love, we seed the fields of justice…
when we listen deeply, we can hear the re-joy-sing of pachamama just as Rumi did so many moons ago…
on the eve of a potent transformative new moon, let us open our hearts to the joy always bubbling in the core…
If you are seeking, seek us with joy
For we live in the kingdom of joy.
Do not give your heart to anything else
But to the love of those who are clear joy,
Do not stray into the neighborhood of despair.
For there are hopes: they are real, they exist –
Do not go in the direction of darkness –
I tell you: suns exist.
yes, dear Rumi, all our relations are gathering, gathering to speak poetry to power…
for this week’s installation of I wish I could show you the astonishing light of your being, here are four beautiful lights snuffed out so early to shine eternally in consciousness…
fifty-four years ago on this very sunday, a horrific bombing at the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama took the lives of these four astonishing lights…
shocking the nation and the world, their tragic deaths marked a turning point in the Civil Rights Movement, ultimately, contributing to the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964… instead of provoking a race war, Birmingham Sunday rallied people from around the globe to support the civil rights cause…
today, racist rhetoric is on the rise and terror and violence are once again being used but now, as then, millions of people are standing in love for justice…
in memory of all astonishing lights paving the way for critical progress, we must continue moving forward and bending the arc of the universe towards justice…
as i sit in the dark this week, i feel like a bear in hibernation being nourished by the wisdom stored in the cells now able to activate visions of new birthings, sustainable ways of being in the world…
may we all be nourished to serve for the benefit of all as we dwell in this moment re-membering what really matters…
Look to this day,
for it is life, the very breath of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the realities of your existence;
the bliss of growth,
the glory of action,
the splendor of beauty.
For yesterday is only a dream,
and tomorrow is but a vision.
But today, well lived,
makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
and every tomorrow
a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.
~ Kalidasa ~
though i have a daily practice of this mantra for almost two turns around the sun, sometimes it’s hard to leap into the unknown trusting in the wings, the sheltering arms to appear… that’s when i love flying shamanically to grandmother ocean and listening to her lullabies blessing adventuring into new spaces, wide open places of true refuge, coming home to our one heart…
this ides of september seems an especially potent day of calling so many to let go, to surrender all to love and to re-member to be insightful, give up sight …
Grandmother Ocean Blessingway
May you find in me the Grandmother of the Cosmos.
May my heart be a grandmother’s heart, my waves like a mother’s arms.
May my response to your suffering be a mother’s response to your suffering.
May I sit with you in the dark, like a grandmother sits in the dark.
May you know through our relationship that there is something that can be trusted.
today i venture on a long awaited pilgrimage of the heart and for the third time in as many turns around the sun, the journey is radically different than planned… once again, that sacred wound to the eye flares transmuting the outer communal journey into a solitary inner voyage to a sacred space of the beloved where her voice sings through waters flowing in deep, dark earth…
Be thankful now for having arrived,
for the sense of having drunk from a well,
for remembering the long drought
that preceded your arrival and the years
walking in a desert landscape of surfaces
looking for a spring hidden from you so long
that even wanting to find it now had gone
from your mind until you only remembered
the hard pilgrimage that brought you here,
the thirst that caught in your throat;
the taste of a world just-missed
and the dry throat that came from a love
you remembered but had never fully wanted
for yourself, until finally after years making
the long trek to get here it was as if your whole
achievement had become nothing but thirst itself.
But the miracle had come simply
from allowing yourself to know
that you had found it, that this time
someone walking out into the clear air
from far inside you had decided not to walk
past it any more; the miracle had come
at the roadside in the kneeling to drink
and the prayer you said, and the tears you shed
and the memory you held and the realization
that in this silence you no longer had to keep
your eyes and ears averted from the place
that could save you, that you had been given
the strength to let go of the thirsty dust laden
pilgrim-self that brought you here, walking
with her bent back, her bowed head
and her careful explanations.
No, the miracle had already happened
when you stood up, shook off the dust
and walked along the road from the well,
out of the desert toward the mountain,
as if already home again, as if you deserved
what you loved all along, as if just
remembering the taste of that clear cool
spring could lift up your face and set you free.
~ David Whyte ~
today i give thanks to all our relatives who are a part of this life’s journey, this walking home on the spirit path together…
it lifts my spirit/our one spirit to see such kindness and tenderness so generously given…
in moments of darkness, thank you all for sharing the astonishing lightness of being…
ah, today is one of those days when all i can be is totally surrendered in the present moment… in great pain with the flareup of an old eye injury, unable to see or just barely out of the other eye and so able to breathe peace and listen deeply…
Awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
Respond to the call of your gift and the courage to
follow its path.
Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame.
May anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of
Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek
Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven
around the heart of wonder.
~ John O’Donohue ~
honoring our collective dark night on 9/11
fear knocks on our door today, we welcome this guest and begin to pray
please grant us the courage, the heart to be hospitable
come, holy spirit., come, help us to stay
in a space of feeling vulnerable
thousandfold thanks for hearing our plea
sending golden light to embrace and cradle us gently
empowering the gift of seeing light in life’s darkest moments
coming home to the heart, courageous new world bathed in luminescence
a day of re-membering, a day of moment after moment of connecting the dots, a day of walking through the shadowlands and taking one more step and one more step, a day of surrendering all to the call to be true, a day of centering in the stillpoint listening deeply to ancestors’ whispers… empty, surrender, let go, be present, relax, trust, open our one heart a little wider receiving the eternal unstoppable flow, a day of dancing divinely on the rainbow trail…
what an honor to celebrate grandmother wisdom for this week’s edition of the astonishing light of being and that today is the fourth anniversary of the first official outer poetic peace pilgrimage is icing on the cake…
the grandmothers, women of wisdom, white-hairs, moon-pause relatives have always been tasked with nurturing the spirit of all the children of the cosmos…
may we all deeply listen and receive the blessing of the divine mother…
“May you find in me the Mother of the World.
May my heart be a mother’s heart, my hands be a mother’s hands.
May my response to your suffering be a mother’s response to your suffering.
May I sit with you in the dark, like a mother sits in the dark.
May you know through our relationship that there is something in this world that can be trusted.”
May we all know how completely we belong in the sacred web of life, in the great cosmic field of mystery…