the bridge

The bridge reflects pristine shaapes hidden from the skyline above and weeping willos along the bank look like heads of hair trimmed just so the ducks can swim underneath

The birds do they know what a long day in light they have here on the thames.

Crisp are the colors I'm glad the ripples on the

Water remind me that this is a moving picture and I have a window on the world.
KMG 2015

What a blessing to have teachers in ur life
Friends- mentors-
Today I am so filled with love
I drink the trickest red win in a bubble class
Besides the thames

I am not alone here, and yet I sit alone
The company of myself seens timeless
And effortless
And enjoy it emensly-

I flirt with thoughts and temptations
And they are all a part of the sensatios
That thw spagetto bologages add with every taste

People are around me, I connect with the lady in the coffee shop,. Her husband just left her and she realized she is happier than she thought. Both agenda were secretely met as they clammered for rightness... she lent he a phone charger- and here everyone's mouth moves, but what are they saying, they are all talking is anyone listening........i am ready to belong to me! I stand in it now! I give fully for what is infront of me, dear lord, let my pray be this!

-kmg2015

I am

I am the prize
I am the sunrise on a cloudy day

I am love already inside of u
The key to remember

I let you go so u can win me again
And u may not be by me
But u are in me and I am in you

I am the water to quench your thrist
Drink....

kmg 2015

I pack a bag and travel 

Moving my body to another place

Another time

I am the same

I see sameness all around me in my holy books

In my ear plugs

For it is always a remembering

It is always a reminder

Of who I really am

Of what gifts I have to share in this world and

When there is love, it's clouds of endless

Beauty it's emotion and tears and remembering

It's hope it's meaning it's connection

I want  to always remember

For up here on the plane

I am the same

I am the same when the rules of life

Barricade me inside a box which I was

Not born to fit it

Which christ teaching is my suffering

No

I have evolved to know I am my suffering

I become my own enemy punishing myself

For sins christ has already died for so I can share love 

Those who have ears, let them hear

Those who have eyes let them see

Life is but a short chapter 3

How will I share my greatest gifts

My remembering

By living

By giving

By loving

I am the same

KMG

kmg 2015

There is love
That wants only to sit besides the open heart
For it sings a song that God hears
And feels at peace

There is love that you can not explain or explain away in details or expressions of change or sorrow for its song rises like mist, becomes morning dew on the window where two naked bodies lie. Drenched in sweat from loves greatest calling....

Creating droplets of life
That will heal
In my song........

more rilke

Love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away... and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast.... be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.... and don't expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.

KMG
 

rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke Quotes

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Laughing I I share love and stories about a great memory two people share about a past time and place as we stand staring at the sunrise. The concord, used to land, early like this and touch downlike a bird grateful to be set free -speedfast-

Pink clouds remind me to remember, I am free
I see myself behind a closed door, and I lean into love, I lean into my heart and the closed door is there but I am free....i touch every moment thru looking and laughter shines

-kmg 2015

what are ur chariots?

what are your cariots, substitute this word

Isaiah 66:15, 16 - "Let us be thankful, then, for every trial that will help to destroy our chariots, and will compel us to take refuge in the chariot of God, which stands ready and waiting beside us."

Who and what is in your life has a purpose we can not know
Lean in, accept, receive love, if it's love, why do we fight to hold on to the old wa ys when something beautiful and bright is upon us!!! It's a gift

And Jesus brought the gifts and those wirh ears could hear and those with eyes could see 

Life is too short not to live it!!!

Kmg 2015

distant glory

I look at this candle and I feel I know it
From another time
From another place

I know love
And while I am born into a being who
Needs to seek it, to swim In its glistening glory
I already know it and love
From another time
From another place

bible study

Cloudy sunrise- I teach to those who come to remember the sunrise- the vision of-

Even when we can not see---

I hear faith- if I think I am in control? I think I must engage ego emotions to alter what is unfolding

It is for me to be clean

Reminds me of book of livititcus, you weree unclean in the rules of the Jews when u had ur period, imagine the women touching jesus cloch and saying you can make me clean.... imagine her faith...must we be desolute to have such faith

Peter says in corinthians when I am weak I am strong, your grace is my power...

There u go, morning bible study with karenmeri marshside, georgia....

See‎ms as the time flows thru the tall green blades of grass I get more lost into the holy words then I do my own....time, in vo

pema

If you could have a bird's-eye perspective on the Earth and could look down at all the conflicts that are happening, all you'd see are two sides of a story where both sides think they're right. So the solutions have to come from a change of heart, from softening what is rigid in our hearts and minds. (Pema)

Lion King

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8zLx_JtcQVI

souls

“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.”

 Hebrews 11:1

Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.

From: karenmeri1@aol.com Sent: Thursday, June 18, 2015 7:30 AM To: Kmg Cc: Teacher....Deborah jones Subject:

My soul dances in nature

In its return

As souls do we have imprints? 

It's as egos we say we are are not the table

Or not you

We are not u ?

And as souls? 

Aren't we so connected to the moving marsh and Christ's cross in every sunrise

We are most alive in the very moment that has passed

We are most connected to all that has landed in the nature, nature itself is the gift enough

-kmg 2015

prose

I feel how emotion can be a pathway to love cause it's feelin, it's a tunnel that reminds us that it's. Better to feel  than to not feel, and emotion is the tunnel, the memory, to way to life or death....of a dream or a nightmare.......

Funny how are egos are engaged so in emotion, 

Are we our egos or are we soul souls-? 

                 Forgive us god, show us our mercy

kmg

Seaside at horizond edge my heart opens when the rising of light, clouds reflecting a greatness we already know, imprinted, fabric of our souls.....

        And it will all turn to nothingness

And we won't remember but the love we connected to

Will exist- for it never goes anywhere- we just remember to tap into it, unveil our hearts.

Sunrises do that, you know,they are a key.....

X0
-k

Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.

KMG

love

What is love----

Lov is when ur shining the most u can for everyone to see--- love opens love- it's a jacuzzi to jump into---- it's hope meaning, and  connection

Some of my answers, I wanted to share with u as they were totally written without the lovin of u I have shared or share, but as a coach..

Lov is reflected, it's humble, it's the beautitides, come to life, blessed are the poor in spirit. In all religions, couldn't this mean not a conquest to achieve and then move on to the next achievement or a amiba that can't even obtain enough, it's a reflection of the moment of the spirit, the heart and when we are poor in it, we open to more, to more light, to more laughter, to love ----

KMG

When u offer compassion and give it to your self isn't it an acknowledgement that god lobes u enough to receive compassion for urself and then therefore u become compassion, an example of it shining in this world and u become the gift to this world in sharing in god.

KMG

poem

How I feel the energy of the temple if I go there, 

‎I wait in silence and time flows like the river

Somewhere along it's journey it catches emotion and I sparkle into grateful...a cry that shines  as it opens my heart to the light of love---

I want only that journey, any river, 

The river of love, adventure, giving, service. 

Makes a strong boat filled with peace in emptyness

It floats

 as its filled with life everlasting----

poem

I soften and walk to the sunrise

I write a feeling and I am not sure if I'm directing my heart, holding on or letting go

My mind is too much in play to be listening and I yearn to listen

In that sense I'm nesting, and I am ready to fly in the sunrise on the southern beaches.....

In a way the release is on my knee

Raising my heart and head to the sunrise and

Saying take me home......

And in my own self, my own body,. In a timeless time an expanse including everything I am

Safe and loved and comforted and enough!!!!

-k

Quote

By Kalidasa

Even the man who is happy
          glimpses something
          or a hair of sound touches him

          and his heart overflows with a longing
                    he does not recognize

then it must be that he is remembering
          in a place out of reach
          shapes he has loved

          in a life before this

          the print of them still there in him waiting

Poem

‎The sunrise roadside callas me to praise love this morning

In church yesterday all the traditions spoke

Moslem 

Hindi

Buddhist

Jewish

And they all spoke about what we are all seekin, god through love, Jesus already sacrificed so we can know it exists, is the sufferings Christ experienced on earth where he says "why can't you hear my message" what some sacrifice in being Jesus on earth,. Are some of us the Crucifixion who sacrifice as if Jesus wanted them to feel the pain he felt and are some of us those who must die on the cross in order to live.....

Maybe we are the trinity of it all, and in love, we live it all in light

TODAY

I am here,. Fresh air from the morning due wets me and I ‎breathe in life from a pond a river a breeze of something that already was and I realize I will be again

What happens now is a snip in time, a chance to be my most authentic self, my chance to be me!