thanksgiving 2012

1778 Thanksgiving Proclamation it read

It having pleased Almighty God, through the course of the present year, 
to bestow great and manifold mercies on the
  people of these United States; and it being the indispensable duty of 
all men gratefully to acknowledge their obligations
 to Him for benefits received


Father in Heaven,
 Creator of all and source of all goodness and love
, please look kindly upon us and receive our heartfelt gratitude in
this time of giving thanks.

Thank you for all the graces and blessings. You have bestowed upon us,
: our faith in you and the worlds you have set before us
. Our food and shelter, our health, all those gathered here around the
table
our two families, our one family
 for one another and others we care about

Dear Father, in Your infinite generosity, please grant us continued
graces and blessing throughout the coming year.
now

We bow our heads
and fold our hands in our laps
 in heartfelt, thankful prayer;
For all the ways You've blessed our lives
And for Your loving care.
We thank You for the hands of felix and the team in the kitchen
That have prepared this meal we are about to receive
And pray that You will bless all those
Who have no food to eat.

we ask in the name of jesus christ
to be in your light always

amen

kmg 2012

There is so much life
Within life
When you look for it

As the fire burns u notice
The vastness of the ocean
And look closely by,  at the beetle

He keeps flipping over and wiggling his legs as if to turn over, I help him and 
over and over he's on his back....

And do the arts crawl so fast cause there are the smallest on the food chain.or 
is it they just are going in circles and race to somewhere new...

And there's the beetle again, on his back, who will turn him over if I  walk 
away.......

kmg 2012

The sounds of the crashing waves
Are the backround
Breaking  the silence
Nature also has its dance to balance for is it ever really quiet

Black is the night
Whose space holds the towering
Palms
Which also bear fruit........

And to be still, so whole and so full
I am grateful !

kmg 2012

I raise the hood on my white sleeveless hoodie
I tuck in my braids and splash water on my face 
From the ocean
So I can feel my lips dripping the salt onto my tongue

I slide against a log, into the wet sand and feel the earth molding space where 
I fit perfectly...

The sunrise speaks of endless mornings, where the world passes by

Its sounds roaring the stories already told...

And what if I lived in a world like this...would my energy reach its highest 
form

 The highest form of energy is compassion. The word 'compassion' is beautiful: 
half of it is 'passion' --

Will the beauty and silence and connection transform my passion,
So to be
refined that it is no more like passion. It has become compassion.

And then wouldn't   I want to take that into the world as taught in matthew 
chpt5-16

"Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and 
glorify your father in heaven."

Take into your world the love of god and the beauty of this moment....
For in this moment is all that is !

'K

psalms and prayer

“For with you is the fountain of life.” 

Psalm 36:9

Prayer

  Elohim, we know that You are the spiritual “water” that we are thirsty for.  Jesus said that he is the Living Water that would quench our thirst forever and give us eternal life.

 Let us drink deeply from that well.

 Amen

karen 2012

The star are out
They shine high and bright
Reality has no way
That is right

Freedom, fantasy and flight
Are all a part of my good night....

Speaketh not of myself
But of the way
That I live and breathe
In each beautiful day

Every flower in my world
Follows natures way
And I know also needs to grow
With each passing day

And even a cactus
That grows in the suns ray
Has a purpose and reason
For being this way....

And I just changed my dress

And it was wet and wild
Walken out in the rain 

dark and alone........

kmg 2012

Do we change
Do we awaken
Do we age
Do we open

How in these questions, do we sustain the present moment 
Where all of life exists...

And life, as we have manifested
Created, all gifts, already received. Still receiving, 

How
Do we remain hungry for the same meal, even after it becomes left over, 

The grapes of my youth thrown into the a glass and smashed together with 
anothers,  while left behind are those which have fermented  to a bountiful 
beauty, don't mix well with the same course...

And how beautiful to have such richness to offer, to want safety in solitude,to 
want to lift another to their fullest potential , the love I radiate in even 
being on such a journey, the child like energy of life to behold......

Isn't this the beauty? 

So I ask, what does it take to clear the table....

kmg 2012

The waves crashing 
Break the stillness

If you listen through the dark night of the sky
Or is it the chorus of the crickets

Their crescendo marking
The slightest movement of the palm
Held up, bearing both fruit and leaves  fallen , hanging in place, on the ground 
below.....

I look into the lighted rooms
Where boys turn to men
The beauty on the other side

The stain of the dew on the glass

Speak of the chill in the air within

I stroll the grounds

While I wrap my naked body
With a sheet, a cloths, covering one shoulder and my head

Eros...come to mind, 

Verily, I say unto you
Drift here off in love

My face glows by the candle light....
In the warmth of the night.......

-k

today

We would rather be ruined than changed.

 We would rather die in our
dread than climb the cross of the present

 and let our illusions die.

Auden

HURRACAINE IN OCT,SNOW IN NOV

ThepervicaciousWeather

Know not which way to go

Rains may comeStorms may go

And at the sighting of our first snowfall

We can't know anything at all

The Stroll-- kmg

"The stroll"

Yes, its true
I'm forever composing........


And as I stroll, like a child in wonder
Everything around me is part of the beatiful symphony of life,

So why not choose to stroll...
Amongst  the great statues, while the lines of elegance  match those on the 
faces who carved them......
Where your eyes can capture within the center of the prism a piece of its 
beauty......books, poems, art created.... Creating.......

And as I stroll, its not thought  that is speaking, can it be the flow of the 
spirit as it weaves its way into a prism between my heart and my eyes and my 
breathe, 

And as I stroll I breathe,
And catch the light of the world
Emotion is a wave of transformation to the most beautiful way of being..when it 
can be light moving with spirit......

And as I stroll, and I smile, and I love...and I stroll pass another
I feel the smile of a stranger ,, the cracking of their facial muscles that have 
been stuck in the same position too long, receiving my smile and smiling 
back......

And it makes me smile harder 
Can't one say that's gods gift  of joy ?......

And as I stroll, the streets of NYC
Isn't it the poor at heart, those who are asking to be given, isn't it the tax 
collectors and the sinners who
I see the most.............

Stroll today, and smile til someone smiles back !

karen 2012 on a poem?

And what is a poem
I ponder
….as I reach over to the side of the tub
where the paper lays,
for where but a tub
can a great work be created..

soaking in the womb of lifes water
baptizing for the night
 
a poem, is not a poem, for I write not in sonnet or verse
shall we consider, it instead a summonnsing….of creation
creation that is the greater part of me,

I may also lean back into the water, and splash my face, and gone is that moment

Where the words were flowing 
through me, as if with the understanding of how a blind person can see

Or must I simply wait, because I want to extend the orgasmn of life, 

and feel again it coming through me.

The feeling of love, surquestering my 
heart , making the senses of taste, feel, touch, see one that can be traded for 
that which can hear.
As if I can be listening to music and seeing the reflections of life and I 
instead see the music……

If I don’t wait, I can be tricked, I can reach for my pen, and instead my mind 
would  create an idea that I wanted to come to me, a seed who found not soil to 
develop. So a notion, a fantasy, a story….

And that’s ok too cause that’s also a part of me, but I don’t engage in them 
with pen.
 
And to love god fully, does that make me David crying the psalms to return to 
his likeness,
And whose the cleif musician anyway?

> Grace is the self
> It is not something  to be  acquired
> All that is necessary is to know its existence ..in the same way
> The Sun  is pure brightness
> It does not know darkness
> Although others speak of darkness fleeing away in its approach. Like  
> darkness, ignorance is a phamtom not real, because of its unreality  
> it is said to be removed when  its unreality is discovered...
>
> The sun is there and shines on you and you are surrounded by  
> sunlight, still, if you would know the sun you must turn your eyes  
> in its direction and look at it...similarly, grace is only to be  
> found by effort, although it is here and now
>
> -ramana maharshi

-friendship

There is a miracle called Friendship
that dwells within the heart
and you don't know how it happens
or when it even starts.

But the happiness it brings you
always gives a special lift
and you realize that Friendship
is God's most precious gift.

- Jean Kyler McManus -

karen 2012

Listening to drugo elegies,RILKE, amazing to be read to in my ears as I stroll in and
out of places where the light moves on what I see and what I hear 

and switches them

Rainer Maria Rikle

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone
by Rainer Maria Rilke translated by Annemarie S. Kidder
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour. I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough to be to you just object and thing, dark and smart. I want my free will and want it accompanying the path which leads to action; and want during times that beg questions, where something is up, to be among those in the know, or else be alone. I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection, never be blind or too old to uphold your weighty wavering reflection. I want to unfold. Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent; for there I would be dishonest, untrue. I want my conscience to be true before you; want to describe myself like a picture I observed for a long time, one close up, like a new word I learned and embraced, like the everday jug, like my mother's face, like a ship that carried me along through the deadliest storm.

AFTERMATH STORM SANDY NYC 2012

A SANDY 2012 MORNING IN NYC

A mass exodus,
Side walks are a flowing
Of people,
All walking
From uptown
What do they leave
What do they look for

I try to find someone,
There, there, are they all foreign in America

A man sits on the bench
Stars at a paper
He can not see

I ask him if he wants to hear my poem
Blind and deaf,

Cars
Carry as many
As slowly as these people creep
Along side

Not as freely as those who
Creep in the park
Who have noticed
Now
No other eyes but their own

The runners and bikes, they
Travel against the flow
Thrown off by the gates at
Every entrance to freedom
Nature park
In a city
Pavement spilled over with
What should not be there but is
Element, free...
Also is free

To take his picture.....


Karen 2012