And the prayer is Dear father, I pray so so much health and energy to give lov to these kids, to truly be there for them so they might be ur glory on earth, in the time that I have to set them off on their own, I pray to be so filled as a vessel of your coming thru me and sharing this lov, with my neighbor, strangers and those who came thru me, that I surrender to thy will, and thy will alone........ Amen
Monday, November 25, 2013
Prayer
Prose
I read thich nhat hanh this morning, he speaks of a cloud, A cloud is not caught in the idea of now it should be, a cloud is also wonderful when it is snow, or rain or water.... To be a cloud is wonderful and to be falling rain in wonderful too, I can not know what is wonderful for me, but I am grateful for what I have and that should be enough !
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Kmg 2013
No birds have arrived yet at the bird cage I "jimmied" up on my rooftop deck,
yet they gather on the green copper church steeple , 80 feet here in the
sky......
The sun shines stronger than the sounds of the city streets that speak of
activity with the new found day.....
I read st francis of assissi this morning, a book from the monastary bookstore,
in his own words and he quotes from the gospel of john,
Dear father, lord, he who keeps the words of me is in me and I am in you are we
are in eachother and let those you have sent me, who come through me, be with me
in you in heaven,
Thru christ we are received and can live heaven on earth,
With each offering in the hospital, in each room. With every spirit I am able to
see, let them see the love of christ reflected back to them and find, the
sparkle of hope, peace, and love,
Its hard not to reach out a hand, hold, touch, comfort , but I'm doing it with
me eyes......
Saturday morning prose !
All is good, all is here,
-kmg
yet they gather on the green copper church steeple , 80 feet here in the
sky......
The sun shines stronger than the sounds of the city streets that speak of
activity with the new found day.....
I read st francis of assissi this morning, a book from the monastary bookstore,
in his own words and he quotes from the gospel of john,
Dear father, lord, he who keeps the words of me is in me and I am in you are we
are in eachother and let those you have sent me, who come through me, be with me
in you in heaven,
Thru christ we are received and can live heaven on earth,
With each offering in the hospital, in each room. With every spirit I am able to
see, let them see the love of christ reflected back to them and find, the
sparkle of hope, peace, and love,
Its hard not to reach out a hand, hold, touch, comfort , but I'm doing it with
me eyes......
Saturday morning prose !
All is good, all is here,
-kmg
Sunday, November 17, 2013
post-Letting go
what control do we really have, on ourselves and the way we hold our spirit and keep ur hearts open, but on that around us and the actions of others?
Today, after church and the study of song of songs, Solomon, words written of hope and words written by St. John of the Cross...
Today, after Church, and preparing the Prayers for the Dead from Hindi, Buddist, Tibetean, Jewish and Christian traditions for my ON CALL hospital chaplain book,
I can feel into
the grace in my heart that I can not know, my brother can not know, what are these sufferings we live in, as if we should KNOW the things that are upon us, and therefore find blame , shame or worse, fault upon ourselves.
In this grace, I am connecting to my brother in the love of Christ, which we can know, is upon us all.
Kmg 2013
Today, after church and the study of song of songs, Solomon, words written of hope and words written by St. John of the Cross...
Today, after Church, and preparing the Prayers for the Dead from Hindi, Buddist, Tibetean, Jewish and Christian traditions for my ON CALL hospital chaplain book,
I can feel into
the grace in my heart that I can not know, my brother can not know, what are these sufferings we live in, as if we should KNOW the things that are upon us, and therefore find blame , shame or worse, fault upon ourselves.
In this grace, I am connecting to my brother in the love of Christ, which we can know, is upon us all.
Kmg 2013
POEM
Prescence is timeless
its only when you think about the TIME you are doing something !
-kmg 2013
its only when you think about the TIME you are doing something !
-kmg 2013
Prayer 2013
And I say " dear lord, that u for filling my heart with you, thank u for giving me the slide of emotion for without would I slide so easily into your light.. If things were all so perfect, would I know grace, god god give me the grace of you to be that light here for all Drop the tear of desire and full me with ur majesty, for in the suffering we can raise another..... Amen
Prose 2013
I come to the ph on this rainy morning, which is beautiful too, the damp air is thick with life and all things alive come to life. I feel into my entiire being how much god loves me and blesses me with so many gifts, I bow to how grateful I am to metamorphis and be baptismed with the great love of god and the great love to heal, being my only desire to feed such pround love with the food of living....... On this beautiful day, I send all the spirit of joy, the keep the magic of your night, and the love of your neighbors in christ in your heart always !
song of songs
Song of songs...... I look for him and did not find him,but they who go about the city found me and wounded me, and the guards of the walls took my mantle from me (sg.5-7) Those who go about the city refers to the affairs of the world. When they find the soul who is searching for god, they inflict on her many wounds of sorrow, pain and displeasure.for not only does she fail to find her desire in them, but she is also impeded by them. Those who guard the wall of contemplation to world, and they take away the mantle of peace and quietude of loving contemplation;;.conscious that as long as she is in this life without the vision of god she cannot free herself from them to either a small or great degree. She continues her prayers to the beloved and recites the following stanza: Extinguish these miseries Since no one else can stamp them out And may my eyes behold you Because you are their light And I would open them to you alone.
Rainer marie Rilke
"This is my daily work over which any shadow lies like a shell And even if I'm like leaves and loam wherever I pray or paint It becomes sunday once again and in the valley I'm the voice of a praising jerusalem... I'm the proud city of the lord, and speak of Him in a hundred toungues Davids gratitute has resounded within me' I lay in twilights of sounding harps and in breathed the evening star. My paths lead to the east- and if long ago the people forsook me They did It so I might grow, and widen my solitudes From one new beginning to the next....
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
thomas merton
t This morning I was preparing for Mass in the woods, as usual. It was cold but the sun came up and melted the frost. It was quiet, except for the crows. I sat on an old chair under the skinny cedars, with my feet in the brown, frosty grass, and reflected on the errors of my monastic life. There were many and I am in the midst of them. I have never seen so many mistakes and illusions. It should be enough for me that God loves me. For His love is greater than anything else. It is the beginning and end of all. By it and for it all things were created. Yet, outside His love, I am tempted to erect a cold house of my own devising -- a house that is small enough to contain my own self, and that is easier to understand than His incomprehensible love and His providence. Why is it we must be afraid of Mystery, as if the Mystery of God's love were not infinitely simple and infinitely clear? Why do we run away from Him into the dark, which, to us, is light? There is the other mystery of sin, which no one understands. Yet we act as if we understood sin and as if we were really aware of the love of God when we have never deeply experienced the meaning of either one.
Thomas Merton
Thomas Merton
the kiss
I want not femininity knocking at my door, for it already fills the room, the vastness, I want the hardness of his kiss, that raptures into me, as a laser light enters into the sky, wanting to find something and searching for more, as somewhere in the meeting the pointer and the laser, and even the sky disappear and they become one with all that is masculine and all that is feminine in the divine dance....the kiss, in it begins....
kmg 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
rainer maria rilke
"
My life is not this steep hour
In which you see me hurrying so.
I am a tree standing before what I once was
I am only one of the many mouths, and at that, the first to close.
I am stillness between two notes
That don't easily harmonize
Because the note death wants to lift itself up....
But in the dark interval both come
Trembling
To join as one
And the song remains, beautiful
By rainer marie rilke
My life is not this steep hour
In which you see me hurrying so.
I am a tree standing before what I once was
I am only one of the many mouths, and at that, the first to close.
I am stillness between two notes
That don't easily harmonize
Because the note death wants to lift itself up....
But in the dark interval both come
Trembling
To join as one
And the song remains, beautiful
By rainer marie rilke
What, if anything, do I need to complete myself, that I can hold on to, for what does nature hold onto to complete itself. Aren't the seasons already coming as roots burrow into the ground and leaves shed, what can't be held still rejoices in the fruit it has beared ever so sweetly....
That might be the caps of glistening snow amist the mountains, waiting to refreshen streams , that might be the color it has dropped on the ground, preparing the way, announcing the blossoming roses, whose red flows as deep as the blood within my veins and the song in my heart....
Always the sun rises from the east, and always I'm david, crying the timeless story of eternity, in yearning for all that is,
In the wish, is the fulfillment, ,moaning winds take my feet up to soar with the eagles and still I am in the shadow of the tree, I make myself home here, til its root soak of the dream of time past and sorrows weeps into the earth...
Its the gift, I collect and release as daylight fades away and I lay down into the soft embraces under the night sky....
-kmg 2013
That might be the caps of glistening snow amist the mountains, waiting to refreshen streams , that might be the color it has dropped on the ground, preparing the way, announcing the blossoming roses, whose red flows as deep as the blood within my veins and the song in my heart....
Always the sun rises from the east, and always I'm david, crying the timeless story of eternity, in yearning for all that is,
In the wish, is the fulfillment, ,moaning winds take my feet up to soar with the eagles and still I am in the shadow of the tree, I make myself home here, til its root soak of the dream of time past and sorrows weeps into the earth...
Its the gift, I collect and release as daylight fades away and I lay down into the soft embraces under the night sky....
-kmg 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Prose
"That is born of the flesh is flesh
And that which is born of the spirit is spirit" (mttw)
Unless I go beyond desires, taste of the manna from heaven, I will want but fleshpots, as what was wanted from the unworthy in the time of moses, hence they were not taken into the promise land....(Psalms)
-k
And that which is born of the spirit is spirit" (mttw)
Unless I go beyond desires, taste of the manna from heaven, I will want but fleshpots, as what was wanted from the unworthy in the time of moses, hence they were not taken into the promise land....(Psalms)
-k
Merton. St. John of the cross
Merton or st john of the cross
St john of the cross-
Our aim is union with god in the memory through hope; the object of hope is something unpossessed; the less other objects are possessed, the more capacity and ability there is to hope for this one object,and consequently the more hope;the greater the possessions, the less the capacity and ability for hoping, and consequently so much less hope; accordingly, in the measure that individuals dispossess their memory of forms and objects, which are not god,they will fix it on god, and preserve it empty, so as to hope for the fullness of their memory from him.
Merton-
The one great danger that confronts every man who takes spiritual
experience seriously is the danger of illuminism or, in Mgr. Knox's
term, "enthusiasm." Here the problem is that of taking one's
subjective experience so seriously that it becomes more important than
truth, more important than God. Once spiritual experience becomes
objectified, it turns into an idol. It becomes a "thing," a "reality"
which we serve. We were not created for the service of any "thing,"
but for the service of God alone, Who is not and cannot be a "thing."
To serve Him Who is no "object" is freedom. To live for spiritual
experience is slavery, and such slavery makes the contemplative life
just as secular (though in a more subtle way) as the service of any
other "thing," no matter how base: money, pleasure, success. Indeed,
the ruin of many potential contemplatives has been this avidity for
spiritual success. This is why at the very beginning of this essay I
stressed the danger of looking for "happiness" as a goal in the life
of contemplation. It is all the more dangerous because the
satisfaction we derive from spiritual things is pure and perfect. And
all the harder to bring under objective criticism.
St john of the cross-
Our aim is union with god in the memory through hope; the object of hope is something unpossessed; the less other objects are possessed, the more capacity and ability there is to hope for this one object,and consequently the more hope;the greater the possessions, the less the capacity and ability for hoping, and consequently so much less hope; accordingly, in the measure that individuals dispossess their memory of forms and objects, which are not god,they will fix it on god, and preserve it empty, so as to hope for the fullness of their memory from him.
Merton-
The one great danger that confronts every man who takes spiritual
experience seriously is the danger of illuminism or, in Mgr. Knox's
term, "enthusiasm." Here the problem is that of taking one's
subjective experience so seriously that it becomes more important than
truth, more important than God. Once spiritual experience becomes
objectified, it turns into an idol. It becomes a "thing," a "reality"
which we serve. We were not created for the service of any "thing,"
but for the service of God alone, Who is not and cannot be a "thing."
To serve Him Who is no "object" is freedom. To live for spiritual
experience is slavery, and such slavery makes the contemplative life
just as secular (though in a more subtle way) as the service of any
other "thing," no matter how base: money, pleasure, success. Indeed,
the ruin of many potential contemplatives has been this avidity for
spiritual success. This is why at the very beginning of this essay I
stressed the danger of looking for "happiness" as a goal in the life
of contemplation. It is all the more dangerous because the
satisfaction we derive from spiritual things is pure and perfect. And
all the harder to bring under objective criticism.
Prayer
I stayed behind yesterday in the temple hall, reading gospel of luke, it has such a pull, the emotional stir of jesus' voice, over and over again, he teaches and you can feel in ur whole body the overtones...
When he is speaking to his diciples, to nichodeamus and
Then when he is saying, u wicked
And perverse generation, a sign will not be given to you, for the greatest sign is here and u do not see .
I can see the beauty of my fresh showered body and sparkeling face kissed with the mountain sun of yesterday and the beauty of the stars, waiting for us to sing in the sunrise, isn't this the sign that every day this earth offers us a baptism of its new day into the words greater than ourselves....
Business, buildings, rushing here and there for what, what will be said on judgement day ? Did I love ur trees, ur streams, ur creatures, did I share love in the most possible way, and shine this gathered light to my neighbor ?
Awaken, spirit, come to me, for I seek to receive u so I may be called into christ...so I may be like him in you, so that love, is my only language, not pushing aside another, not knowing anything but love !
-k
When he is speaking to his diciples, to nichodeamus and
Then when he is saying, u wicked
And perverse generation, a sign will not be given to you, for the greatest sign is here and u do not see .
I can see the beauty of my fresh showered body and sparkeling face kissed with the mountain sun of yesterday and the beauty of the stars, waiting for us to sing in the sunrise, isn't this the sign that every day this earth offers us a baptism of its new day into the words greater than ourselves....
Business, buildings, rushing here and there for what, what will be said on judgement day ? Did I love ur trees, ur streams, ur creatures, did I share love in the most possible way, and shine this gathered light to my neighbor ?
Awaken, spirit, come to me, for I seek to receive u so I may be called into christ...so I may be like him in you, so that love, is my only language, not pushing aside another, not knowing anything but love !
-k
Poem. Prayer
The river flows, and breaks the silence of the sunrise, its constant as is the light as it raises over the mountains
Between me and the light is the sound of the river and will always be here, whether I can see it, feel it, be one with it,
I am one with it as I am one with lov of all creation.
What can I make of my creation,this time, my moments that I pass thru life, but to shed the robes of desire and deceit to hear more clearly, see more profoundly and receive more fully.
I open my hands and prayer, ask and it will be given to you, knock and the door will be opened to you, for anyone who asks, receives and he who the door knocks opens,
I knock at the door and I ask, as I open my hands to be a healer, to touch the poor and the dying and raise them to you, in thy will, let me be blessed to do your work and glorify this moment, forever more.....
Between me and the light is the sound of the river and will always be here, whether I can see it, feel it, be one with it,
I am one with it as I am one with lov of all creation.
What can I make of my creation,this time, my moments that I pass thru life, but to shed the robes of desire and deceit to hear more clearly, see more profoundly and receive more fully.
I open my hands and prayer, ask and it will be given to you, knock and the door will be opened to you, for anyone who asks, receives and he who the door knocks opens,
I knock at the door and I ask, as I open my hands to be a healer, to touch the poor and the dying and raise them to you, in thy will, let me be blessed to do your work and glorify this moment, forever more.....
Prayer
Its beautiful, this cross with a prism within its center, how I stick it into the wax candle and it refracs light, is the light always there refracting, and I just don't see it ? To I need the prism !? And why does the flame dance, trying to reach upward?
Today the window was slanted ever so slightly in the prayer temple and the sounds of the winds sang for the entire hour in silence, I'm not sure when I actually cleared my mind from the bible verse it kept repeating, so fresh from gospel of luke I read yesterday, the wind blows where it may, and we know not where it is coming or where it will go, like the spirit, where goes it want to go ? Where it is trapped, or flowing freely, where there is light and love or darkness and tightness. ?
And then there was peace...
-k
Today the window was slanted ever so slightly in the prayer temple and the sounds of the winds sang for the entire hour in silence, I'm not sure when I actually cleared my mind from the bible verse it kept repeating, so fresh from gospel of luke I read yesterday, the wind blows where it may, and we know not where it is coming or where it will go, like the spirit, where goes it want to go ? Where it is trapped, or flowing freely, where there is light and love or darkness and tightness. ?
And then there was peace...
-k
Prayer 2013
Can u catch the star and hold it within u and gift it to another with every breathe
Can the smile warm u so, that it radiates compassion so filling in your empty heart
Look listen, in the silence of the morning, the glistening of the dew, like stars beneath ur feet shining on the blades of starched grass ...They sparkle everywhere, in the sky they sing praise ....will I bring that praise out from within me and be heaven on earth..
Love is a field all around us I fill my lungs with a smile grateful for this new day, in the mystery of faith
"Girt up ur loins, and listen, for I will ask you and you will answer me ' Do you know the ordinances of heaven "
What can I know, but the emotion of christ within me,
It is now 46 years that I have taken to build my temple of being, and you shall distroy it and in three days it will be raised up,
I, Honor the 46 years of the temple of me I have built, and I release it for a greater than solomon has come and raised up his temple within all of us through the holy spirit, baptismed within every morning when I sing to christ and eat his fresh and drink his blood and humble to thy will.....
Enter by the narrow gate......
And receive the angels all around u as blessin, life is more than you can know, listen for the calling it belongs to us all.....
-k
Can the smile warm u so, that it radiates compassion so filling in your empty heart
Look listen, in the silence of the morning, the glistening of the dew, like stars beneath ur feet shining on the blades of starched grass ...They sparkle everywhere, in the sky they sing praise ....will I bring that praise out from within me and be heaven on earth..
Love is a field all around us I fill my lungs with a smile grateful for this new day, in the mystery of faith
"Girt up ur loins, and listen, for I will ask you and you will answer me ' Do you know the ordinances of heaven "
What can I know, but the emotion of christ within me,
It is now 46 years that I have taken to build my temple of being, and you shall distroy it and in three days it will be raised up,
I, Honor the 46 years of the temple of me I have built, and I release it for a greater than solomon has come and raised up his temple within all of us through the holy spirit, baptismed within every morning when I sing to christ and eat his fresh and drink his blood and humble to thy will.....
Enter by the narrow gate......
And receive the angels all around u as blessin, life is more than you can know, listen for the calling it belongs to us all.....
-k
Monday, November 4, 2013
Prayer 2013
Be careful for what you ask.. Thought on these words a bit and heard them again as if unfolding answers 'for' me to questions we all wonder, or portions we label as strive for, upward and onward.... And yet, isn't there a knowing beyond ourselfs , did michaelangelo actually create david, or was david already created in him, in the stone which he just revealed..... I wash away any wishes for anything, therefore pull myself out of the pool of desires, and walk down the road, basking in the sun, dripping, evaporating, steaming with the prayer, Show me the way, bless me and fill my heart with all of u, let my humble words and all the love u are with me, be all of me, thy will be done.... Amen ! -k
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