The massage. Kmg 2013

Table waiting to receive me
Naked I lay on my breasts
I can still feel the heat of the
Sun, ever so slightly its setting

its looks unclear on the horizon
Over the beach
Whether its the dews traveling in the low hanging, heavy heated air of this afternoon day or its sand blowing across the
Deserted chairs........

There are no tired muscles to weave
Just the pulsating aliveness of my skin as it awakens to the senses of the oil

Monks chant as I watch people ever so close at the bar...yet all so separate....

the crab

The crab

The crashing of the waves on the deck
Carry with them crabs to place there
And as the waves come again
The crab is showered
Yet stand firms now on the dock side
Stretching its legs, eyes forward
Does the crab know who is coming up from the wave next ?

What different then than us

love story 1970 jennifer vows

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher ‘til the lengthening wings break into fire at either curved point; What bitter wrong can the Earth do to us that we should not long be here contented?
Think. In mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep dear silence. Let us stay rather on Earth, Beloved, where the unfit contrarious moods of men recoil away and isolate pure spirits and permit a place to stand and love in for a day with darkness and death hour rounding it.

poem kmg 2013

mexico sunrise...

Sitting in the sand
Leaning on a chair
White lace panties
On sand
White and white flowered dress
Sneaks up around waist

Toes dig like shovels
Sliding then
Covered

Senses awaken
Monks. Chanting
Waves crashing
And it will be always the same
With me or without
I'm part of it either way
Only in this moment...........

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book of job-thomas aquinas commentary-THE HORSE

chapter 38
lesson two

the Horse

and he notes the strength of the horse when he says, “Will you give the horse his might,” not only strength of body to carry a heavy load, but also of soul to run to dangers bravely? He notes still another property of the horse, that is, he is provoked to libido by his exterior adornment. For it is said of horses that they are driven to intercourse by the adornment of manes, and “Cut the mane and their libido is extinguished.” To show this he says, “Will you clothe his neck with neighing?” For horses usually neigh because of libido, as Jeremiah says, “They became horses loving women and were made messengers, each one neighed for his neighbor’s wife.” (5:8) Thus God surrounds the neck of the horse with neighing when God gives him manes, from which he is provoked to sexual desire.

waves mexico 2013

bronzed body sprawled out on the toweled mattress
surrouonded by toole
flowing in the wind
drawn to the waves
whose powerful crashes
create the wind
or is it the wind
that pushes forth
its froth
dries my mouth
so i can roll over on my back
and pour the bottled water down onto me
worrying not how much falls in to drink
i turn from the waves and drink in my eyes
the kalidescope  of the clouds
moving into shapes
and the pelican turns me back over
so big hes be in proportion should a whale arise
in the distance
from the darker blue horizon

waves............
kmg

father meninger 2013

Sitting for a moment with a book by william meninger who I was with at monastary...

Quite clear how he explains things in short recaps , clear for the simple mind....I get it......

For here I am drawn, in every extra moment in time, to this place where I sit and silence is a union with everything and nothing

My words.....

Its love , what god loves
See , what god sees
Be in gods prescense in that love
And my journey is light.....

He writes love is a joy even though it may be without sensible consolations

A will united to god in love partakes by that,
very fact ,
in the highest perfection.

Our sins are forgiven and a promise of future glory is given to us. Of course there yet remains from us to fill up "what is lacking in the sufferings of christ (col1.24) but just as the sufferings of christ flow into our lives, so also through christ our comfort overflows (2 cor1.5)

good night moon---ipad

In the bright buzzing room
There was an ipad
And a kid playing doom
And a screensaver of

A bird launching over the room

There were three little nooks
With ten thousand books

And a hugh LCD
Wifi HDTV
With bose 5.1
Six remotes and 3Di

And a blackberry ringing
With eminem singing

A new facebook friend
And texts  with no end





used to be good night moon
now its good night Ipad ?

song viva le vida

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

comes the dawn- Veronica shoffstall

Comes The Dawn

Author: Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn the subtle difference

Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning 

And company doesn’t mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts

And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes open

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today,

Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,

And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn

That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure...

That you really are strong,

And you really do have worth.

And you learn and learn...

With every goodbye you learn.

prayer 2013 clement of rome

O god almighty
Father of our lord jesus christ
Grant us we pray
To be grounded and settled in your truth
By the coming of the holy spirit into our hearts
That we  know not, reveal
That which is wanting, fill up
That which we know confirm
And keep me blameless
In your service

Let me look for u in everything today, let me open to love, and open love through my eyes that see only you....let everyone I touch today see your hand, your goodness, your light shine thru my eyes

Let me be an instrument for healing
Let me give all I am meant to be here

time kmg 2013

Here is a morning were time has gone past me without notice

Where quiet was restarted and
Swept away on the cloud of silence several times that their beginning and awakenings got lost in a pocket of space....

Yet when that pocket bridges night and day, it too holy to consider as time......

And I hear, god is a jealous god. Not in terms of negativity but in terms of seeking union with that which is greater than me, that which draws me to a life living higher than my own....is a gift to receive in the silence and non distraction of passing time.......

borders 2013kmg

I touch my boundaries and the borders expand. The expansion is just so rich , boundless, it inspires .
More......

I create poetry that comes from me, through me, a desire so grand that I pause cause words don't do it justice just now.......

My books inspire me to places I know not yet, am not holy enough to receive,so I can learning in me, I can learn and this is a gift....
 in chapters yet lived, and if that can add to the colorful beauty of my heart in this moment, then  I am inspired...

I'm drawn to that which is bigger than me including the goodness and light of everyone around me .

And it makes be feel even more one with myself as I can feel into the authentic of my life.....and

That inspires as well......
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Until I arrive at myself... kmg 2013

Inspired by bruno barnhart and osiris and pslams....

The doors of perception open

It is myself I see and a thousand
Colors swirling in liquid light
I am where the sun sets
Below the clouds hung by a thread from its snowy  moon

Traversing eternity
This is all one place
One cloth
Flowers grow, snow falls and wisdom lies in the palm of the hand

All that  is,  will be

May we come and go in and out of heaven through the morning sunrise
As houses fill with dancing and song
Through the light  received
so filled are the houses in heaven

I come, in truth, purity of heart,
I sail a long river and row back again
It is joy to breathe and share love
Under the stars
The treasury of the snow
I catch on my tongue

I am the sojourner destined
To walk a thousand years
Until I arrive at myself....

I am love, pure and naked
Before my beloved
I receive christ in my heart and can feel the pain of the world
So too, I can be a reflection of  tears
As they are not my own

I am in the garden in gethsemane
Not my will but yours be done
Not in renunciation, in kenosis
I am willing to let things come and go

They are shred for love
They deepen me, I expand...

For this thing inside us
The pearl
The treasure
Careful not to name it in such a way you bring it home. For you do not live where you think
Instead let it lead us

Let it be wild, an essentric center, a city hidden in the wilderness, an unspoken name
an unspeakable syllable, a fire burning all the  words into a wild and weaving script of smoke....

“You have turned my wailing into dancing; You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.”

Psalm 30:11-12


Amen

kmg prayer 2013

Sometimes .
A thought that begins to raise
I put up an umbrella
 on all the stories
That pour down like rain
Upon my silence

Where do they come from
Are they distractions keeping
Me from a union with the greater good
That's in  the silence

Thomas keating taught that prayer is not speaking, its waiting for the muddle pool of water to settle just enough for the sentiment to sink
And the reflection of light to be able....

While waiting for this settling
I open my eyes and see the sunlight shine on the buildings, the birds, the steeple, clouds, planes, steam from the buildings...

Dear lord,
Grant us we pray
(Give us this day the gift to enter into prayer which comes forth in the silence from my lips through you)

To be grounded and settled in your truth
(That you be my umbrella today
that I carry nothing but open arms as you rain down on the just and the unjust)

In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit, bless all I touch today and fill them with your love, use me an an instrument for all to be in your prescence....

Amen

Prayer 2013

O god almighty
Father of our lord jesus christ
Grant us we pray
To be grounded and settled in your truth
By the coming of the holy spirit into our hearts
That we know not, reveal
That which is wanting, fill up
That which we know confirm
And keep me blameless
In your service

Let me look for u in everything today, let me open to love, and open love through my eyes that see only you....let everyone I touch today see your hand, your goodness, your light shine thru my eyes

Let me be an instrument for healing
Let me give all I am meant to be here

TIME-kmg 2013

Here is a morning were time has gone past me without notice

Where quiet was restarted and
Swept away on the cloud of silence several times that their beginning and awakenings got lost in a pocket of space....

Yet when that pocket bridges night and day, it too holy to consider as time......

And I hear, god is a jealous god. Not in terms of negativity but in terms of seeking union with that which is greater than me, that which draws me to a life living higher than my own....is a gift to receive in the silence and non distraction of passing time.......

Prose 2013

Sitting for a moment with a book by william meninger who I was with at monastary...

Quite clear how he explains things in short recaps , clear for the simple mind....I get it......

For here I am drawn, in every extra moment in time, to this place where I sit and silence is a union with everything and nothing

My words.....

Its love , what god loves
See , what god sees
Be in gods prescense in that love
And my journey is light.....

He writes love is a joy even though it may be without sensible consolations

A will united to god in love partakes by that,
very fact ,
in the highest perfection.

Our sins are forgiven and a promise of future glory is given to us. Of course there yet remains from us to fill up "what is lacking in the sufferings of christ (col1.24) but just as the sufferings of christ flow into our lives, so also through christ our comfort overflows (2 cor.1.5)

Battle hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

Morning Prayer 2013

I start silence with psalm 5

"Give ear to my words oh lord
Consider my sighing
Listen for my cry
My king and my god
For to you I pray
In the morning , oh lord u hear my voice
In the morning u lay my requests before you,

....I lay down myself before you
I breathe in the holy spirit of life
And I pray to be used by you
My body is filled with light in your salvation and I want to account for that light , through all whom I will touch, or whom you guide into me,
When I come before thee, let my days be great ......

For surely oh lord you surround us with your favor as with a shield.."

Amen

The thinker-KMS 2013

The thinker-


This morning the statue the thinker comes to mind...

one might close their eyes and think of the artist ....an eccentric man, without money, collecting to create rilke speak of him as someone unable to even live with yet remained friends and what pose does he choose to place himself in, one that takes control of his body and positions himself with fist against head, bowed down to all the thoughts that his mind must create.....

Silence is not empty...its so full that the thoughts must be moved aside, there is no room and as they come and go they are all so different. They are all lanes on a track I can run....and there's something in the silence that only be described with another as the time one might stay embraced after lovemaking and before sleep

And its the gift of emotion, both pain and joy, they're married too.....

KMG 2013

thank u dear lord for this day
I feel alive in every day
And here I sit and look for you
For blessing of your love to true

And I will share and I will be
In your grace til eternity

Give ear now hear my song
Come all I touch and sing along.....

Poem Dryden

Errors like straws
upon the surface
flow

Who would search
for pearls
must dive below

-John Dryden-1631

all things bright and beautiful

Each little flower that opens
Each little bird that sings
God made their glowing colors
And made their tiny wings

The purple headed mountains
The river running by
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky

The cold wind in the winter
The pleasant summer sun
The ripe fruits in the garden
God made them everyone


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Poem written after knee surgery 2013

Lean  over not, for the epidural
Instead I opt -  completely to sleep

Two incisions, and some knee cap repair...two torn menecuses and some arthitis 
was there.....

Wake not long later
All wrapped in recoverys  bed

It took 3 shots of demerol
To calm my shiverring lips
And painful head.

Oh lauren who met me with great care, and celeste who sleeps in my  bed right...  
here....

who sets her alarm to wake me for meds
Before I feel pain I can't bear...

And awake, awake, awake in the night, 
I start to heal
I will be alright

And in the dark
As I type, 
My eyes water still yet
Its another 2  hours still
Before the next pill I get....

-k

SILENCE IS A FRIEND by kmg 2013

Silence is a friend
I know her well
And I know her not
She grows along side me
Equally crossing time when
I'm moving
Yet when I'm still, i
I grow into her
And 
Silence is a lover
Who becomes herself.....

Prayer-KMG 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.............

Rilke

Rilke


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

KMG 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

quote-kmg 2013

There is only luminous Oceans of stars reflected on the seasAnd sunrises in  eyes on  darkest nights......

Notes by KMG 2013 and quotes

Must I glance at my watch to know time passes so quickly from my window seat..I 
look only to replenish in the hours I still have and not to see what has 
gone....

Here, where bamboo fences are stained the beautiful colour of rose wood one 
might find lining a thailand beach in full form of a shack..

Where the water pools just enough on the ground that you can tell  the raining 
has not  yet stopped, but changed again, from the way was falling....

 And I read Conze, the perfection of wisdom and I say no, I'm not alone on that 
thailand beach, carrying my backpack of emptiness, for even naked, it would 
still be an attachment, all that emptiness,  as I'd feel it weighing me down 
from the beauty of the sunrise, the ocean and everything my eye and senses can 
catch light of smell of that god shines down in all his glory...

And I read Clement of Rome and pray to be empty of all , so that the holy spirit 
can fill me ,

And I listen to Rilke " there is only one thing to do, go into yourself, find 
out the reason that commands you to love, to write, see whether  it has spread 
the roots into the  very depths of ur heart, confess to yourself whether you 
would have to die if you were forbidden to write to love...ask yourself in the 
very silent hour of your night, must I write, dig into yourself for a deep 
answer, if u meet this solemn question with a strong simple, I must , then build 
your life in accordance with this necessity, your whole life even into its 
humbling and most indifferent hour must become a sign and witness to this 
impulse.."

Poem by john dunne

No Man Is An Island

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee. 

Poem by kmg 2013

And the sky falls to night
Silence is so much a part of me
Yet  it falls upon me
In these night hours 

In these hours where I meet with
That I want to bring forth

A sharing, a laughter, a comfortableness, a love

I look up from the song, from the story, and there is no one there
And the sky falls to night

-kmg 2013

Notes and Quotes 2013

Love is not a crime
Denying it is
Having dreams is not a crime
Not chasing them is
Making mistakes is not a crime
Not learning from them is
Life is not a crime
Not living it is

-alexander senturia

Every state of being is open to liberation because every state of
being is none other than liberation itself - in a distorted form.

Every mind state is connected with beginningless enlightenment. Every
state of mind, no matter how confused, in its free condition is none
other than the liberated state.

-use unwanted, unfavorable circumstances of your life as actual material of 
awakening
-not obstacles or interruptions, but a way to wake up
-the path includes all experience
-it's all opportunity for practice
-part of awakening is to cultivate honesty and clear seeing
-ok to see that harm has been done (but avoid blaming)
-rather than point the finger in blame, raise helpful questions
-make friends with our own feelings of hatred, bewilderment etc. (Then we can 
accept them in others).
-we are capable of playing all the parts
-compassion begins to arise in you because you yourself have been there

-pema chodron

Poem by John Donne

Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,

For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,

Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.