"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience
but spiritual beings having a human experience."
- Pierre Teilhard Chardin
(Over 100 family members and friends gathered in Northern California's
wine country to honor and celebrate the life of the pilgrim's sister 's
free spirited husband who had recently passed on to the other side.)
A venerated teacher proclaimed ,
"It is is said that a Buddhist story that sites
the probability of our incarnation as a human being on
this earth at this time is something like one life preserver
being thrown randomly into the ocean. There is this one
turtle in all the oceans on earth swimming underneath the
water somewhere .The probability that we come about in
this world is the same as this one particular turtle sticking
its head out of the water —-and at that specific moment its
head peaks through the hole in that one random life preserver
in just one try. Some social scientist promulgated that
the odds of one becoming a real thing ( a life) is about
1 in 400 million."
The pilgrim responded "If all of creation is not a miracle
I don’t know what is.
The vessel may end the earthly journey but the essence
of the spirit is not finished as a new journey begins."
The Writing _____________________
( A personal reflection inspired by the post's theme)
A California Reunion
What is that flame , that light -
That mystically draws searching souls,
Abandoning their daily passage to gather,
Reuniting in compassion and empathy ?
How is it that in one fleeting urgent moment
The baggage of their journey
Is left behind with no regrets or hard feelings?
How strong is that desire for healing
The broken heart of a fellow traveler?
The pilgrim and two offspring converged
In the land of the ghosts of Jack's Dharma Bums ,
The California Stars , with
The great pilgrimage.
To be to where
Mindfulness is the living practice of
The redemption and gratitude ,,
Is "the holy communion ."
This is where rivers of tears can
Flow like sacramental wine.
The days of the unwavering torrential rain
Came to a hard stop without notice,
Giving rebirth to divine virgin blue heavens
Making room for the great gleam.
The Tower of Song of the mask-less sojourners
And companion hearts sang out
As one unified voice of a singular solemn
Choral family filling the sanctuary
On the secret sacred banks of the Russian River
One puss south of the Golden Triangle
Guarded by the glorious green mountainous grandeur.
Sounds of the Chicago blues echoed
From the celebratory chapel of love,
The same source heard in the most holy of arias.
Higher and higher, cowboy laments ,
Palomas and fries added to the nourishing
Of the hungry hearted congregation.
It is in this sacred retreat of , leaving the world behind,
The one sublime transformational moment of the authentic
Consecration of unconditional love washing down every
Aspect of the universe ,
All kneeling in the deepest chamber of their hearts
In humility to the light.
- JF Sobecki
The Poems ______________________
( Poetry reflections on the inspiration)
The Holy Longing - Goethe ( From the Favorite Poem Project)
https://youtu.be/8YWoOj5mJMoSong of Myself - Walt Whitman ( From The Favorite Poem Project)
For The Children - Gary Snyder
https://youtu.be/UXY5NTaL_48
