And I can't see the sunrise In the snow storm The clouds seem to descend ontop of the trees They are so close a part of the ground you think they don't want to give up the snow it has shaken to itself....thew winds bring some back.... And all around me changes, As the weather As I slide into envirnoments I am blessed to see their extremes, not so different then those within others That are as uncontrollable to me as the winds of changing time....and till be And still I am grounded, In the mornings In the unwavering All knowing Confidence and connection That I am As I lay myself down, (I say this a lot now) lay myself down....means I care less to hold on to anything I think and know a greater path is in the letting go...which is also as much being here as the staying I am grateful today to be called to this window seat, to be pulled so to tilt my head ever upwards and find emotion , find words, find the pool of my heart......
Friday, December 28, 2012
Reflection 2012
dr. Suess
my very many colored days
Some days are yellow. Some are blue. On different days I'm different too. You'd be surprised how many ways I change on Different Colored Days. On Bright Red Days how good it feels to be a horse and kick my heels! On other days I'm other things. On Bright Blue Days I flap my wings. Some days, of course, feel sort of Brown. Then I feel slow and low, low down. Then comes a Yellow Day and Wheeee I am a busy, buzzy bee. Gray Day....Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today. Then all of a sudden I'm a circus seal! On my Orange Days that's how I feel. Green Days. Deep deep in the sea. Cool and quite fish. That's me. On Purple Days I'm sad. I groan. I drag my tail. I walk alone. But when my days are Happy Pink it's great to jump and just not think. Then come my Black Days. MAD. And loud. I howl. I growl at every cloud. Then comes a Mixed-Up Day. And WHAM! I don't know who or what I am! But it all turns out all right, you see. And I go back to being...me.
birthday reflection
Pitch black night
Comes to an end
Electricity out
Plans had to bend
No dinner-- ovens not working
Reflections light in the room
Snuggled up with three
No end of world practices for me.....
Beautiful roses
Everywhere red and white
Where there is no color
The flicker candle, shines their light
Got a muffin
With too many candles
Don't feel older
Just wiser and bolder
Comes to an end
Electricity out
Plans had to bend
No dinner-- ovens not working
Reflections light in the room
Snuggled up with three
No end of world practices for me.....
Beautiful roses
Everywhere red and white
Where there is no color
The flicker candle, shines their light
Got a muffin
With too many candles
Don't feel older
Just wiser and bolder
Reflection -Grief
A reflection... I am a child in awe of the beauty in every morning. I am filled with wonder, bewildered, as I write words that come thru me and read them back again , as mine.... My words are without knowledge... I can not have understanding of the wonders of earth the wonders of god..., I know only where my heart Takes me and I will let it lead me to the greenest grass,, the lightest existance, for I need for nothing I have to fight for or against.... What I have is mine, what has been taken from me is mine too. "Have the gates of death been revealed to u, have u comprehended the breathe of the earth...I know this not. , Where is the way to the dwelling of life, darkness, where is its place, I do not know.not only because the number of my days is not great but it is not given to me to know this. It is not in my purlieu......has the rain a father, who has begotten the drops of dew, the frost of heaven, who gives it birth...can u lift up ur voice to the clouds that an abundance of water may come, who has put wisdom in the mind or who has given understanding to the heart... These are big questions that can not scale the next to the why's of pain and suffering...., so little am I to consider to know , I have more to still to come to me....and I will not make them my own..I will find what I can hold onto that will make be stronger, more full then at loss.. ..It is for my conscience to guide my hand, my deed to create myself for there is too much I am not given to know.... I receive the gift of creation. I create with a paintbrush of abundance with the rainbow colors of love.... Included in that love, is every part of me here or above...in shadow and in heart Karen gruber 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
morning vespers
I listen to the book of job
This morning....very early and
I wake up to god saying....can you know....and I listen....I take it as a beconning into silence so I cover my head and head to the fireplace...
I know sunrise should have come a long time ago......
And as I enter my heart I feel the nothing that I can know, and that in each day there is a present moment to share love, to be in the moment, as sometimes its easier than others....what unfolds around me, I can not know,
I stand in a smile, conscious
speach, purity of heart....
Thomas keating says " I am sure jesus didn't incarnate and die just so we can go to heaven....
--.what are the works that he teaches...sometimes I think that eating the flesh and drinking the blood is like eating the words that he teaches and that prayer and holy scriptures digest into a holy spirit forcefield that ,
If we are lucky, is natura£ly feed by god as he drawns you...
Beautiful.......
This morning....very early and
I wake up to god saying....can you know....and I listen....I take it as a beconning into silence so I cover my head and head to the fireplace...
I know sunrise should have come a long time ago......
And as I enter my heart I feel the nothing that I can know, and that in each day there is a present moment to share love, to be in the moment, as sometimes its easier than others....what unfolds around me, I can not know,
I stand in a smile, conscious
speach, purity of heart....
Thomas keating says " I am sure jesus didn't incarnate and die just so we can go to heaven....
--.what are the works that he teaches...sometimes I think that eating the flesh and drinking the blood is like eating the words that he teaches and that prayer and holy scriptures digest into a holy spirit forcefield that ,
If we are lucky, is natura£ly feed by god as he drawns you...
Beautiful.......
Saturday, December 22, 2012
prose kmg 2012
And approaching darkness I carry along with me the Light of the beauty of the day The offerings to come The excitment and joy They catch on fire Need to be known only to me Need to be done Because they are, and not wanted... Or received... Because they feed me in the doing I pray spirits guide me through the dark halls of night, guide me safely in life past sorrow, stear me from fear and anger...let me always know the reason for my becoming...let me hear what gods hear, see what god sees, when the sun is not in the sky,let even a small light shine to steer me til sunrise when I can stand only in light, bathe in light, be clothed in ur words of comfort...be held By my own fullness from within received in every sunrise I am blessed to awake in Let my spirit be stronger tommorow then it was today, more peaceful. My mind more fertile, my hands more gentle., Let not me recognize how alone I am in this bed, while I am surrounded by so many, truly I strive to carry the load without noticing its burden....truly I strive to be less of myself, giving what I have for others to be more
karen 2012
Prayer kmg 2012
Let the words of my mouth and meditations of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight.....
Today blind me from any story I know, we are all your children and here to be loved
Today make me anew in your sight
And draw me towards the work I need do,
Today I pray, for compassion
Let me, touch,
Be exceeding glad
Let me heal
Kabir
Robert Bly....translating Kabir... ""The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic just because the body is rotten--that is all fantasy...what is found now is found then, if you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the city of death. If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.. When the guest is being search for, it is the intensity of the longing that does all the work....look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity." Written by Kabir in a book about men...Prose...
Monday, December 17, 2012
reflection 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 wiith the same course... And how beautiful to have such richness to offer, to want satefy 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»»»
rainy now school day 2012
And what about the mornings When we can't see the sun rise Does nature have even metaphors for us, thru its washing of the earth Is it, too, washing over us, days that can be full of the sunrise that must shine from within ? The green is definately greener and the air to breathe, coated with the thickness of life , the moisture of love.... Angels sleep in this house...their bodies figting all day .... Isn't it the dance of pain and turmoil patience and fortitude As I wake this morning, I think of all my friends, I see all of your faces and I know the tales of all of your day just past, and I don't but. I do......... Bring all that is grateful, when you read my words, to the top of this moment....and have a great (no school) day !
grief--- nouwen
It might sound strange to consider grief as a way to compassion. But it is. Grief asks me to allow the sins of the world -- my own included -- to pierce my heart and make me shed tears, many tears, for them. There is no compassion without many tears. When I consider the immense waywardness of God's children, our lust, our greed, our violence, our anger, our resentment, and when I look at them through the eyes of God's heart, I cannot but weep and cry out in grief. This grieving is praying. There are so few mourners left in this world. But grief is the discipline of the heart that sees the sin of the world, and knows itself to be the sorrowful price of freedom without which love cannot bloom. I am beginning to see that much of praying is grieving. This grief is so deep not just because the human sin is so great, but also -- and more so -- because the divine love is so boundless. Nouwen
birthday song 2012
"These are a few of my favorite things" Wave .....up and down... Who would have thought Here at this table Would be so many people Who made this moment able Wave talking..... For without each of u in my life I would not be the same So when u hear this song Think of no shame Wave up and down..... Quite clearly you weren't roddy girlfriend by the pool poor guy, how he lost me, he was such a british tool, But how glorious a meeting and We became fast friends Your fun and your delightful Sandras party never ends...... Wave up and down.... Now ashley , my horseridder, my olympian treat, You and I we were certainly destined to meet, It was town school, in kindergarten, you were too busy for a friend But you knew you could call on me and a hand I would lend.... Wave up and down..... You always shared a smile We always have a laugh Fun lunches, and renovations and Townhouse tasks.. Wave up....... Our trip to canyon ranch Was the best time of all From strength tests, to Starvation We certainly had a ball... Wave up and down...... Sea island watermelon shoots, and nyc rockettes, to suburban halloween balls, Either that or at u at river dale Hanging in the stalls Wave up...... You make me smile and I lov u so And well laugh again about tonight At next weeks frette show !! Wave up and down.... Now emma and winthrop Will marry one day As they said after they sew their oats In their own special ways Wave up.... So you'll be his mother in law How fun What a very happy treat I am ready for the front row seat !!! Wave up and down.... Now ashley coundnt make And I joked just to celeste If kathy seems so great Let's invite her to the fest We laughed in our hearts Cause we both love you so And were there by your side In our spirits you know... I want to to thank u and georgia For trying ur best To get my only girl into spence So sorry, with 5 brother, she really had no choice and I can't see wearing that uniform dress.... I spoke just to alan and it brought back the days At my family fued parties The games that we played And alan how happy To be at the ball You my friend, asking every question max did call.... when my oldest left town school My youngest started nursery 4's My last class of moms Without drop off at the doors So who did I hang with and Enjoying seeing every day My two west siders Whose boys always wanted to play Wave up...... What a year in the park The playground from hell Let's add up the other mothers Who came over at us To yell Wave up and down.... And the same gift of freedom we give to our kids We hold in eachother We hold open our lids Wave up and down..... The camping trip was amazing The rafting the best I'm so glad we finally found 80 west Creating a fire I read u ...my prayers We let the boys be pyros And went to bed without any cares Wave talking....... So your boyfriend owns a football team who won the superbowl And u didn't say a peek about About balancing it all..... You shared with me your self and Your love and your joy You shared with me your two girls journeys and your one special boy.... Wave up..... And how we grown up Taylor off to college 13 years ago on the beach And at viva fortuna A month on an island Painkillers is all we did seek... Wave up...... And in the hospital With your god son Every moment by my side How am I so lucky To have ur friendship Your faith, love and ur pride.... Wave up........... And we celebrate at the rivington Again I was singing to only u At the twins bar mitzvah When they were born at the hospital I was there with you too... Wave up and down..... And now park avenue christian U both were already there I walked down the hallways With my new mothers flair Not before long I was chairen the board Couldn't have done it without u U were my sheilds and my sword Wave up and down..... Georgia, I cried with you in my faith Shared ur 50th in my massage room U hold a very special place And long after I'm gone, celeste will interceed, executing my money to all those in need....... Wave up talking..... That leaves cara My downtown cara Who just Adopted a boy Not a baby But a young man This bring me so much joy And the trials And the challenges U have in ur mist At friends academy In a burnt apartment What elses on the list ? Wave talking.... I tried to sing this to matthew Of course what did he say Karen , its just too long Why waste ur time No one wants to hear it anyway ! Haha I say who cares I sing it for me Cause As many times as ill sing Is as happy as ill be And raise ur glasses and toast to A successful birthday night I love you all so much Now let's go home and sleep tight !
kmg 2012
It is I I am as joyful as a stone It is not the joy of men I feel It is the joy of matter, I am prescence, I am of the world I am magic..the power shivers from my heart down my arms...Self- sacrifice is the only learning to make ones self holy, to be the sum of a man, more than its parts. These breaths I release to the wind. Make me one with the wind. This blood flows back to the river like water...when the light in my eyes flickers out, the spark flies back to the flaming hearts of god... I am air and flame, I am heat burning mist, I am power, an ancient river overflowing. I am love and memory and sorrow drift away. My time is a reflection on the surface of the water. A leaf falls and the dream shatters...slowly the waters calm and draw themselves together....and the leafs life, like a thought passes from me on the ripples of its own vibration...it enters the world I am a holy spirit, NOT because I am so wise, but because I am a temple of god, I am a priest of the heart. I know what is mine to feel. I let rain from heaven fill me. I give love away as easily as water.... I long for nothing but to live as light within, to enter gods heart singings a song.....well .....maybe I long for more..... I long to chase someone down the slope I want to catch, I long to share the ride to vermont and fall asleep in the lap of love, I long to make a fire and be so warmed that I run to see the stars Glowing without needing a coat... I long to share my birthday Over candlelight and have those Same candles light the way to the Mid mountain ski house where I undress to bearable limits and move with the motion of the wind of the night.... Today, I long...... Kmg 2012
prayer-kmg 2012
There is music in heaven Angels who sing They prayer unceasingly in song For all the world Their wings , uplifted in movement that keeps them floating as they inhale prayers and exhault love.... They gather in the great song and they shine thru the light of the sun I await the sunrise as a flower awaits the rain I yearn to be quenched, With joy that I can not know eithout you, of lord come to my assistance..... I breathe to expand in the awaiting And I say abba come I say thank you for being always There for my calling...bring me the sick, bring me the suffering, and I spark in them you. Thru me I prayer to know such peace , to be such an instrument of healing, to be used by you Thru song now hear my prayers
prayer-kmg 2012
Prayer Let the words of my mouth and meditations of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight..... Today blind me from any story I know, we are all your children and here to be loved Today make me anew in your sight And draw me towards the work I need do, Today I pray, for compassion Let me, touch, Be exceeding glad Let me heal Amen.
night time vespers kmg 2012
And now as night brings eyes to close From silence comes thru me, evening prose, and this day I did make last The time that rests now in past And in sleep, lord, know with suns rise, I will awake and seek your eyes That I can know and I can see And be all that I can be ! So as I line up your sacred prayers And lay my head down to end this night Bless all those to wake in your light And with peace so they sleep tight !
on children
I am I am flowing always rain I become the backdripping of their Life, so they can live I am giving, not with my hand But with my heart I am here A staple A brick One that can be picked up And know it will return to the same place, even if dropped, I am whole I am rooted into the ground Which is connected with heaven For I walk both on heaven and earth As I walk as much in my heart As I step forward Backwards is already past I turn your head ever forward To grow To experience what isn't mine to know I am mother To myself first So I can mother you I am love born each time I feel your rebirth In wisdom. In pain, in Life you hurdle over Striving ever forward... I am here for you... -k
Monday, December 3, 2012
REFLECTION FROM COLORADO 2012
I'm swinging on the hammock, sounds of the passing floods,streaming from the mountain tops, all in concinnity. The women are beautiful here, every cart in whole foods was pushed by someone who knows nature intimately, the lines in their faces carry themselves as folds on the tinted skin of one who looks at the sun.... The men, who pushed my cart to my car from the liquor store and insisted on carried my bags into the back seat....looked like the same characters u might see singing margaritiville in key biscayne if they traded their jeans and hokey belt buckles for hawaiian shirts. And I made a big sigh at the curbside of an town bissault, colorado and a driverby rolled down the window to note "that was a big sigh" I was quite speachless thrown off guard at the silence after and no asking of directions to follow........ So peaceful on this hammock by the water, the evergreens, spruce, cypress and pine all mixed together into one form..undoubtably here as witness to all who have swung before and all will swing long after I'm gone !!!
metaphor for life
I am like a tree, rooted in great furtile soil...the life forces within the great lite and love and my staying always grounded in my heart allow for the trunk of the to grow ever so fast waterring with the waters of everlasting life, So an ax slices into the bark every now and then, fast enough it has grown to a place that sprouts branches and bears good fruit
waves karen 2012
For me the sunrise is ahead Its at eye level, I look forward to it Yes even closer I watch the waves pull back and wonder to the wave is the sunrise ahead, For when the water pulls back The sheen that the sand reflects for me is. , the sunlight, the color, Just for a moment, you catch it until the next wave comes And u move your glance to the horizon......... Its a dance of how to be the wave, who floats on the waters of life...... I am that wave I receive the light of love And I will share grandly !!!!
naked love-kmg 2012
Can you hold the beauty I see Can you look into the sun Beyond the cloud And see it clapping and crying Can your eyes return to the mountain And reflect color in the snow Can you hold the light Of my divine feminine energy And say god is love Can you see the beauty in my eyes And feel into the depths of my soul As it greets yours Can you hold me as if we were one Being And fill me the same Can you sit naked,under the stars, And feel the wind sweep you away above the clouds to sleep with angels... Can you close your eyes Can you hold the beauty I see Kmg 2012
night time vespers
To you, as daylight fades away Creator of the world we pray Your gentle breathe from above Renew in us the fire of love And may your glory drive away All darkness to eternal day As night draws near, be in our hearts While holy peace your grace imparts Then with the new days light may we Give thanks to you Unceasingly !
Thursday, November 22, 2012
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 !
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
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........
Sunday, November 18, 2012
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
Thursday, November 15, 2012
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 !
Monday, November 5, 2012
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 -
Saturday, November 3, 2012
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
Thursday, November 1, 2012
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.
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AFTERMATH STORM SANDY NYC 2012
A SANDY 2012 MORNING IN NYCA 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
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Thomas Terherne
From dust i rise
and out of nothing now awake
these brighter regions which salute mine eyes
a gift from god to take
the earth
the seas
the light
the day
the skies
the sun
and the stars
are mine
if those i prize !
and out of nothing now awake
these brighter regions which salute mine eyes
a gift from god to take
the earth
the seas
the light
the day
the skies
the sun
and the stars
are mine
if those i prize !
show me (my fair lady)
"Words,words,words I'm so sick of words, I get words all day thru first from him then from you Is that all u bliters can do.... Don't talk of stars burning above If ur in love Show me.... Tell me no dreams Filled with desire If ur on fire show me Here we are together in the middle of the night, don't talk of spring, just hold me tight Anyone whose ever been in love will tell u that This is no time for a chat .... Haven't ur lips Longed for my touch Don't say how much Show me Show me Don't talk of love Lasting thru time Make me no undying line Show me ....now... Sing me no song Read me no rhyme Don't waste my time Show me Don't talk of june Don't talk of fall Don't talk at all Show me Never do I ever want to hear another word, There isn't one , I haven't heard He we are together in what ought to be a dream Say one more word and ill scream Haven't ur arms Hungered for mine Please don't expline Show me Show me
st francis prayer
Lord, make me an instrument for your peace, Where there is hatred, let me sow love Where there is injury, let me sow pardon Where there is doubt, faith Where there is despair, hope Where there is darkness, light And where there is sadness, joy Oh divine master Grant that I may not seek so much To be consoled as to console To be understood, as to understand To be loved, as to love For it is in giving That we receive It is in forgiving that We are forgiven And it is in dying That we are born to Eternal life
reflection
"The mirror ofThe heart must bePolished constantlyBefore you can seeClearly in it Good and evil."
rocky song
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance now I'm back on my
feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the
past
You must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the
fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his
prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of
the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds, still we take to the
street
For the kill with the skill to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the
fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his
prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of
the tiger
Risin' up, straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance now I'm not gonna
stop
Just a man and his will to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the
fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his
prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the eye of
the tiger
The eye of the tiger
karen 2012
The symphony of lifeIs playing now
Just walkin by it would be missed
Sink now, your feet into the earth
Cover then with the colors of fall
Looking out on the water
The wind brings in the vibrations
I am now tuned to
The greened neck duckWiggles his tail as they pass him by
Sunday, October 21, 2012
On prayer
"Prayer is the very experience of god We then pray for the departed That they may receive salvation so as to remind ourselves of our own death. It is a sign of love for all men, even when we need prayers of all. We also pray to be united with others, Jesus said Verily I say unto you If ye have faith And doubt not........... And also if ye shall have faith, unto move this mountain ""
illuminata-marianne williamson
Dear god, I surrender the day now over May the light that surrounds me When i wake in your prescence Tommorow shine thru me In its strength and healing power May only the love remain Take all else into the fire of Your transformative power Release me, release others From any effects of my wrong mindedness as i now give to you who i am, what i did, who i loved, who i failed to love, Please make all things right, Take all things May i continue to grow in your light and lov Tommorow may i be better May i not deviate from goodness Make me the person you would have me be Direct my footsteps and show me what you would have me do Make the world a safer and more beautiful place Heal us all And use me dear lord That i might know the joy of being used by you
wisdom jesus
And like cynthia in her book wisdom jesus, she writes about the parable of the women who couldn't share their own with the other woman who didn't prepare..... she writes the reason the five wise bridesmaids who have oil can't give to the five who don't is that the oil symbolizes something that has to be individually created in you through ur own conscious striving. Nobody can give it to you, nobody can take it away..... The oil stands for the quality of your transformed consciousness and its impossible to be come conscious unconsciously, or thru donation from someone else....hence they were the WISE bridgemaids who acquired the "oil" of nondual consciousness and they can't share it with their sisters ever if they wanted to..
On pslams
When I read the psalms in the morning and listen to them in my ears at night I wake , with excited energy of love and I settle into the place in my center that is the thickness of the honey of the orgasm that spreads trough my body and the sweetness and juice of the fruit that my heart pumps out I know , this necter fills the well, One day to everlasting waters......
karen 2012
So rich is my life........... That I should know how to feel So deeply That I should reach into a well of Fullness, of care and grief and shake up my world so, In all I am touched with, shines Another re fraction of who I am ... And its so rich and deep and full of love and silence and feeling and sharing and seeing............
karen 2012
I arrive to the morning The sun is already up and I hear the whisper Follow me..... And I hear..... You are the light of the earth Shine it now Close your eyes and let me touch your heart so you may touch many Be that burst of emotion To all In spirit you will be love....... And I say yes-yes-yes !
on Prayers to others
Its but a moment That the eyes behold Such beauty it becomes transformation itself... And the beauty of the songs And the words today of the gospel of mark..... That play, pull me to the light Which isn't upon my deck yet.... To want to stand with my hands stretched out ....... I write prayers, now to a few many women, in their sufferings, of death and sickness, not clients, friends who have come to me....... I see their awakenings and feel blessed that THE prayers, come thru me to be an instrument of healing, come thru me , for they spirit moving to heal....and I can cry just in that.......... Its a cry of emotion of connection to ....compassion...
on Change
I recognize and embrace impermanence even deeper. I believe in the dark night of fear and the morning of faith.... when prayers are sent and we stare at the sky, everything radically can shift, and in some parallel reality which will still run somewhere with a different outcome. These sliding doors, opening and closing, and so ephemeral they can be walked right through if you don't believe that what you can see is all that is.
audrey hepburn beauty tips
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.
Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Sogyal
Each time the losses and deceptions of life teach us about
impermanence, they
bring us closer to the truth.
When you fall from a
great height, there is
only one possible place to land: on the
ground
the ground of truth.
And if you
have the understanding that
comes from spiritual practice, then falling is in
no way a disaster,
but the discovery of an inner refuge.
merton
So much depends on our idea of God!
Yet no idea of Him, however pure and perfect, is adequate to express Him as He really is.
Our idea of God tells us
more about ourselves than about Him.
We must learn to realize
that the love of God seeks us in every situation, and seeks our good. His
inscrutable love seeks our awakening.
True, since this awakening implies a kind of death to our exterior self, we will dread
His coming in proportion as we are
identified with this exterior self and attached to it.
Monday, October 15, 2012
SIMPLE TRUTHS-GIFTING A BOOK
You, my friend, who are in my heart
and mind
I gift to you a book
SIMPLE TRUTHS
These aren’t my simple truths
These aren’t your simple truths
either
They belong to Frank Nerburn
And like the sip of an aged wine
And the music of great poetry
We come to hear then and taste them
all a little differently
Over time.
Sometimes we share a book
To offer a view through another door
To hear another story, which is not
yours
But another’s thought, which is
there.
I don’t want to read a book, and look
for connection
To what I already hold true
Or find what I hold true in someone
else’s words….
I want to read a book and loosen my connection,
And stand no where, except in
hearing ones
SIMPLE TRUTHS
-
Karen Gruber 2012
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