Thursday, May 17

Morning Hope

Here, a new morning.

A fresh sun having traveled around the world.
The sun having seen all there is to see: War, the making of love, tears, birth, laughter, death, fear, joy.

And here we are...spinning through space and time
once again
to greet this: a new day of full of potential and truth

Saturday, January 21

No Where to Go, Nothing to Do

Krishna Das, a warm home, a heart bowl of oatmeal - complete with kamut, flax, warmed mackintosh apples, cinnamon and a dash of local wildflower honey.

And the stars have begun their descent from the sky. They now cover all the exposed flesh of this ancient city of Krakow, this state, this region - a true display of interconnectedess. Here. Now.

And me, well, I just feel this cascade of gratitude for all I have on day like today...



Thursday, November 3

Moss and Death

Birkenau has moss. I love moss. and trees. I love trees.

Today I joined the Jewish religious service. I figured it would be good to try something different. It wasn't that different.

We chanted and prayed outside one of the crematoriums. We connected with the spirits of this land, the divine. And as we sang in tones - not words - I began to connect with the souls still here. We had a conversation and by the end some were following the light.

I asked them to join us and bring with them the wisdom of their lives, their deaths. I carried the tones of our desperation from our people here, the people here on this planet. I pleaded for them to guide us...to show us the way to never all this again.

And now here I sit
under the aspen and oak asking them to show us the way towards liberation.

and just as this leaf falls next to one in partial decay, I notice the moss once again, sprouting forth

Wednesday, November 2

Eternal presence

And then the love



The shining heart busting free

A sense of opening, even in all their remains. There's hope. Dignity. Truth. Connection. Contact. And, yes, less fear of this

We all sat together reading the names of the dead. Here. There. Here. Now

Here I find a place of Eternal presence. It is here we find a burst of light on the Railroad Tracks of Auschwitz

I feel my heart open more between the snippets of sobbing and more between the silence of this place. here we sit. On top the selection site. On top the place people, humans, were told to either begin their life under the gestapo behind the razor wire, or finish the short walk towards their death. towards the gas chambers.