108 Walking Prayers #6

The 108 Walking Prayers Project, is about intention and practice. There are a total of 1o8 beads on my prayer necklace. I use my beads as a tool to repeatedly chant my prayers. When each prayer has come to the 108th bead, I stop and pay homage to where my prayer had come to an end. A photograph documents each prayer. It is quite simple, yet very hard. Then from there I allow the chants to transform into a poem. I hope you enjoy what I have to share.
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Island sunrise Embracing a new day.

A circuses of clouds slowly move above me.

Meanwhile the warmth of the sandy Pacific Ocean embrace my bare feet.

And I walk into my truth…

A turquoise door quietly calls my name.

I have entered into a new way of seeing.

My truth is everlasting.

Birds fly in packs of three.
And I breathe.

Palm trees swaying to the rhythm of the waves.

Playful Crabs hide in the sand.

I take a deep breath….

So grateful I am.

The power of the breath is such a gift.

May all beings experience such bliss.

108 Walking Prayers #5

DSCN6019webThe 108 Walking Prayers Project, is about intention and practice. There are a total of 1o8 beads on my prayer necklace. I use my beads as a tool to repeatedly chant my prayers. When each prayer has come to the 108th bead, I stop and pay homage to where my prayer had come to an end. A photograph documents each prayer. It is quite simple, yet very hard. Then from there I allow the chants to transform into a poem. I hope you enjoy what I have to share.
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Raindrops dripping prayers of hope.
My hot breath in tune with my feet.

Right Foot…

Breath…

Left Foot…

Breath…

Prayer Beads keeping me focus…

My eyes taking in the beauty…

A pile of stones marks a fork in my life’s path.
I see before me the tree that marked me leaving…
The remembrance of your cry makes my heart sad.

I stop and pay homage to our path and where we are now.

I am grateful.
I am sorry.

A prayer of self-forgiveness is next.

I return back to the moment.
I am where I need to be.
You are where you need to be.
We are where we are suppose to be.

Right Foot…

Left Foot…

Breath…

Raindrops ripple chants of freedom.

The spider web shares its secret.

The city is so grand…

Bench awaits my presence…
And I breathe thankfully…

May we all be happy.

108 Walking Prayers #4

DSCN6019webThe 108 Walking Prayers Project, is about intention and practice. There are a total of 1o8 beads on my prayer necklace. I use my beads as a tool to repeatedly chant my prayers. When each prayer has come to the 108th bead, I stop and pay homage to where my prayer had come to an end. A photograph documents each prayer. It is quite simple, yet very hard. Then from there I allow the chants to transform into a poem. I hope you enjoy what I have to share.
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I faced death today…

Dry bones scattered at my feet.

A starfish died among a sea of stones.

A prayer led me to a bench facing the grand Pacific Ocean…

It said…

“Let me gaze out across the water”

I pause to breath…
Eyes swell with tears…
The memory of Alie returns…
She is the angel that waits for me…

Returning back to the moment…
Returning to my heart…

The circle of compassion has expanded.

Mother Earth,
gifted me a walking stick.

I wonder if I can walk on water?

Four-legged companion is sniffing with delight.

Wild yellow flowers guide me to a cliff.
A bed of green grass was already made for me.

My eyes trace the edge of the world,
where the land dances with the sea.

Father Hawk soars above me.
Gazing at the sun.
I embrace the heavens as it falls asleep.

I feel blessed to have lived yet another full day.

And I breathe…

108 Walking Prayers #3

DSCN6019webThe 108 Walking Prayers Project, is about intention and practice. There are a total of 1o8 beads on my prayer necklace. I use my beads as a tool to repeatedly chant my prayers. When each prayer has come to the 108th bead, I stop and pay homage to where my prayer had come to an end. A photograph documents each prayer. It is quite simple, yet very hard. Then from there I allow the chants to transform into a poem. I hope you enjoy what I have to share.
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Toeing the line between the new and the old.

Right toe, Left toe…

Breath…

Returning to the moment…
Finding the lost screws within myself…
The reflections of my journey thus far surrounds me…

Eternal love,
Dancing between the sky and the earth.

My feet are becoming stronger…
No longer do I walk aimlessly…
I walk with intention…

Body awake.
Body centered.

Mother Tree embraces me with her poetic leaves.
The daisy flower giggles in the grass.
And I breathe in the ecstasy of the present moment.

I am content.

The Chinese New Year dances with the lover’s holiday.

The future door is bright like a star.
No longer is it locked.

The city horizon embraces me at the intersection of Carmel and Lincoln.

May all of you be happy.
May all of you be free from suffering.

It’s our history that makes us who we are.
Savor each moment like it your last.
Do the things you always wanted to.

Breath…
And walk the line with pride.

108 Walking Prayers #2

DSCN6019webThe 108 Walking Prayers Project, is about intention and practice. There are a total of 1o8 beads on my prayer necklace. I use my beads as a tool to repeatedly chant my prayers. When each prayer has come to the 108th bead, I stop and pay homage to where my prayer had come to an end. A photograph documents each prayer. It is quite simple, yet very hard. Then from there I allow the chants to transform into a poem. I hope you enjoy what I have to share.
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A journey has begun.
A moment already lived.
A chant already said.

Lips blowing kisses…
Singing lullabies.

Chanting self-forgiveness like a broken record.

A mighty bird looked at me when I finished the last prayer for the broken hearted.

A bee buzzed by me
And reminded me of your smile.

An old lonely stump welcomed me to rest my feet.
Silent memories came to me while I rested.

The ocean is God!
An angle is waiting for me…

Four-legged companion makes his mark in the sand…

Flower pedals tell me their story…

I am walking on Mellow Street…

Right foot, left foot…

Marching prayers.

Muddy puddles splashed songs of darkness.

I look up to heaven and I smile.

I wish I could fly…

Prayer Flags dance silently like a deaf song.

“We need all the arms we can get”

I wonder when my own shadow will embrace me?

Left foot, Right Foot.
Beads streaming between my fingers.
Embracing them like a blind man reading brail.

May all beings be free from suffering…
May we all find joy…

And I breathe…

The march has come to an end.

108 Walking Prayers #1

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108 Walking Prayers, is about intention and practice. There are a total of 108 beads on my Prayer necklace. I use both the act of walking and my beads as a tool to repeatedly chant my prayers.
When each prayer has come to the 108th bead, I stop and pay homage to where my prayer had come to an end. A photograph documents each prayer. It is quite simple, yet very hard. Today some of my prayers were for the Earth, My Mother and Father, The ill, Hearts I have hurt, My dog Henry, My artistic practice, Friends, My sister, For spring and my intention to experience more joy in my life.
Today I decided to write a poem about my first attempt to try the 108 Walking Prayers Project.

108 Prayers

Breath…
Stepping forward…
Beads streaming threw my index finger and thumb…
Swaying to my hips tempo…

The black cloud above me is crying…
I lick its tears…
And I breathe…

Right foot, left foot, placed with intention.

Flowers are blooming,
Spring is near,
My feet are cold,
Returning back to the moment…

And I breathe…

May all beings be free from suffering…
May all hearts be healed from pain.

The Thirteen Grandmothers said…
My mother is my left side and my father is my right side and I am the center.
May we experience Joy.

Black Cloud has stopped crying…
The earth is soaking up its tears.
She is hungry.
May the earth blood be clean.
May we nourish her.

Right Foot, Left Foot, placed with intention.
Beads swaying to the rhythms of a chanting stride.
May each step and each bead be blessed.

Returning back to the moment…

Hoping for answers…
Hoping for truth…
Will my Prayers be answered?

All I can do is breath in the “now”,
live each moment with good intentions,
and pray.


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