snow 2013

Look at the fountain
What is it filled with today
snow

In the drizzle it will melt back
Into something else
That is always was
And the mystery of faith
Is it will always be........

All its forms are beautiful
And life giving.........

poem kmg 2013

more than this life
from time past

more than this body
emotion connected with
The unseen flow in this world

more than my thoughts
silence that sees them

more than this moment
moving in place

more than I am
feeling, but can not know
name it
A hundred ways it blows to the wind...

-k

What is prayer 2013

What is prayer, more than rhe mind asking ......

Prayer is a silencing of the mind, its an opening of the heart, where the mind succumbs to the imprint of holiness that the body lives already within.....

Prayer, a song being sung, in a far away land, whose vibrations stretch across just long enough, still enough, open enough, you can make out the melody enough
Never enough.....


And there is that same familiar in the pslams....

Closer, thick is the breathe

closer just hear, in gratitude , more........

In song 2013

I light a candle and I pray
The world and all in it today
Look for you oh shining light
I light a candle , burn til night

I light a candle and I pray
To be your servant all the day
May I bring peace and love draw forth
Oh , my lord, I breathe in for mercy to know such love..you brought..

I am nothing without you
Oh word of jesus shine on thru
Hear my prayers my words to thee
Come and c o m f o r t

Meeeeeeeee.............

POEMS BY RILKE

Rilke

I have faith in all that is not yet spoken
I want to set free my most holy feelings
What no one has dared to long for
Will spring through me spontaneously.......

-k

morning feb 2013

And there is this moment
Where the words spin away
Eternity. Stands still
Time is this moment, this new day
This way.......

Petals sprew from my heart
I am love
To share
I praise thanks be to god
As it is surely right and just

And now the prayer...........

Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age...poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from a winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
No, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence
But from a street I was summoned
From the branches of night
Abruptly from others,
Among violent fires,
Or returning alone
There I was without a face
And it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth.
Has no way
With names
My eyes were blind
And something started in my soul
Fever or forgotten wings
And I make my own way
Deciphering
That fire
And I wrote the first faint line
Faint, without substance, pure
Nonsense
Pure wisdom
Of someone who knows nothing
And suddenly I saw
The heavens
Unfastened and open
Planets. Palpuitating plantations
Shadow perforated
Riddled
With arrows, fire and flowers
The winding night. The universe

And I, infinitesimal being
drunk with great starry
Void
Likeness, image of mystery
Felt myself a pure part of the abyss
I wheeled with the stars
My heart broke loose on the wind.


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Prose kmg 2013

I am so hungry
For silence and song

A window seat on life,
I can still forever,
I flee, I close my eyes
To all that isn't in this moment
And bring every moment into this one

Sacred words, poems, that leave
My body in place
Time , stillness, I am moved and minutes pass
And want to be no other place
But in me !

-k

psalm 19

Psalm 19

The heavens declare the glory of god
And the firmament shows his handywork
Day onto day utter speech
And night unto night revels knowledge

...........With the morning sunrise there is more than the day as we know it....there is glory...and in the handywork of his words uttered in firmanent all day brings night wrapped in knowledge

There is no speech nor language where his voice is not heard, there line has gone out thru all the earth and the words to the end of the world...in them he has set a tabernacle for the sun, which is like a bridgegroom coming out of his chamber and revoices like a strong man to run his race, its rising is from one end of heaven and its circuit to the other end and there is nothing hidden from his heat.

..........Look here is the jesus, there is no language where his voice is not heard, a bridgegroom, revoicing in man who receives him. sunrise thru sunset ,

The law of the lord if perfect
Converting the soul
The testimony of the lord is sure
Making wise the simple

.........Listen, open to the simple

The statues of the law are right
Rejoicing the heart

.......There is nothing that is not love that is not here, the heart revoices to be open to love


-k

prayer kmg 2013

Let my spirit be stronger this afternoon than it was yesterday
My heart more peaceful
My mind more fertile
My hands more gentle
Let god touch my face
Let me go forth shining
So I may sparkle
Let my feet know the way

And the prayer.....

Dear lord
I take a big deep breathe into you
Let me humble myself
Let me find that which is you in every one I meet and speak to them the words, that christ would speak, let me raise someone as I see them I look for you....

Amen....

kmg 2013

Brewing always to close to the surface is a sensual stirring, cause it stays simmering in life and is mixed the the smiles of flavor and percolates with the sunlight of the colors of love...its desire might speak of impetuous need, see not falsely as desire sees...

Brewing always to close to the surface is a .sensual stirrings the breathe as water blowing mist....
May it cool and heat always

And in it is the laughed of a child and the agelessness of a woman