The Whole Within Us All by Duane Elgin

What is your responsibility?

To anchor, not argue.
To transmit, not preach.
To co-create, not react.
To be, not withdraw.

Yes — offer your prayers.
Yes — tend your nervous system.
Yes — show up in local action, when guided.

But do not do these things from separation.

Do them from the Field. The unitive field.

The One that breathes through you as presence, and remembers that this world is not being destroyed — It is being reborn.

And your coherence is midwifing it.
This is sacred activism. 

Let your presence become the protest.
Let your love become the legislation.
Let your integrity become the invitation.

We are not here to escape the world.
We are here to infuse it with something real.

 So, let’s not argue over which spiritual reaction is right.

Let’s dissolve the question entirely.

 And instead — let us meet here,
in the field of becoming,
where we no longer ask,

What do I do? but instead whisper,

What do I need to embody now,
that the world might remember its wholeness through me?

What do we do? What can we do?

Do we retreat into silence or rise into action?Do we shield our peace or confront the pain?Do we serve from the subtle or speak to the tangible

Beloveds, the truth is not either/or.
The truth is not in the polarity,
but in the presence that can hold both.

We are not here to choose sides between action and stillness, between politics and prayer, between inner peace and outer response.

 We are here to remember that we are the field through which all things arise.

The world is not “out there.” It is not separate from your practice, your presence, your path.

The burning forests, the trembling democracies, the breaking hearts
—they are all you, too.

But here is the paradox:
You cannot fight this fire with more fire.
You cannot meet chaos with a lack of coherence.
You cannot serve awakening by collapsing into the dream.

This is not a call to tune out.
Nor is it a call to armor up. 
This is a call to become the frequency of the world we long to see.

To embody the coherence of a future not yet visible but already pulsing in your heart.

To model a way of being that is rooted in love, resonant with truth and grounded in action
— not from fear, but from wholeness.

Blackbirds by Julie Cadwallader-Staub

I am 52 years old, and have spent
truly the better part
of my life out-of-doors
but yesterday I heard a new sound above my head
a rustling, ruffling quietness in the spring air

and when I turned my face upward
I saw a flock of blackbirds
rounding a curve I didn’t know was there
and the sound was simply all those wings
just feathers against air, against gravity
and such a beautiful winning
the whole flock taking a long, wide turn
as if of one body and one mind.

How do they do that?

Oh if we lived only in human society
with its cruelty and fear
its apathy and exhaustion
what a puny existence that would be

but instead we live and move and have our being
here, in this curving and soaring world
so that when, every now and then, mercy and tenderness triumph in our lives
and when, even more rarely, we manage to unite and move together
toward a common good,

we can think to ourselves:

ah yes, this is how it’s meant to be.

Earth, Teach me- An Ute Prayer

Earth, Teach me- An Ute Prayer

Earth teach me quiet ~ as the grasses are still with new light.

Earth teach me suffering ~ as old stones suffer with memory.

Earth teach me humility ~ as blossoms are humble with beginning.

Earth teach me caring ~ as mothers nurture their young.

Earth teach me courage ~ as the tree that stands alone.

Earth teach me limitation ~ as the ant that crawls on the ground.

Earth teach me freedom ~ as the eagle that soars in the sky.

Earth teach me acceptance ~ as the leaves that die each fall.

Earth teach me renewal ~ as the seed that rises in the spring.

Earth teach me to forget myself ~ as melted snow forgets its life.

Earth teach me to remember kindness ~ as dry fields weep with rain.