Take of the cross- what does that mean,

Does it mean pluck out ur eye if it causes u to sin

Maybe it means that everything isn't literal- 

The gate to heaven is narrow cause it's in the shape of christ

And that you can only flow thru that shape when u are love, being love, in love, giving loved, loving unconditionally-  

Kmg-barron

quote

There it was, all around them ... there is a coherence in things, a stability; something, she meant, is immune from change, and shines out (she glanced out the window with its ripple of reflected lights) in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby; so that again tonight she had the feeling she had had once today, already, of peace, of rest. Of such moments, she thought, the thing is made that remains for ever after. 

Virginia Wolf

“They claim to know God, but by their actions they deny him.” 

Titus 1:16

Prayer

  Lord of Eternity, give us the strength to live a life that demonstrates that we know you.  We pray that this verse will not be said of us.  Empower us with Your Holy Spirit to live in a way that honors Your Name. Let us not look onto your rules, and desern them greater than your gifts of love- for everlastin life Is a choice in your love and I will know your love when your kingdom is upon me for you have already suffered for this world's sin that I shoul know your glory an the glory of your father. Take in me my covetness and protect me from all evil- 

 Amen

prayer

The last morning of September and I'm reminded to not live in time as it is but a blip of a moment. Why are we surprised when months and years pass by and age is another numbers....

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I finish prayer today and think exercise- comfort- a friend's sister passes and today is the wake. I pray for her to feel the love of her sister in today's processions- I pray for the new priest at loyola who gave mass yesterday as I cried into christ and I pray for the love my heart opens --

Amen

prayer

For my blood is drink indeed

What can quench my thirst but

The water you can provide to me

That becomes a fountain of everlasting life

For all is in this moment as I await your coming 

Your finding of me, the spirit if love within me that shines all light to the grieving and the well

Blessed are those words of comfort which I receive as prayer as I pray to thy neighbir the prayer of life, of faith, of hope, as we make meaning through you and with you and in you

Amen

East river sunrise
A winning football game
3 girls laughter
A mind I tame

Love in the giving
Fruits to bear
India texting
My heart deepens as I share

Dog barking
Cookies to eat
Roses arrive
More people to meet!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday kmg

By Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
(1207 - 1273)
English version by Nader Khalili

look at love
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love

look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how the unknown merges into the known

why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together

look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don't get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be

Center of all centers, core of cores,

almond self-enclosed and growing sweet -- 

all this universe, to the furthest stars

and beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. 

Now you feel how nothing clings to you;

your vast shell reaches into endless space,

and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.

Illuminated in your infinite peace,

a billion stars go spinning through the night,

blazing high above your head.

But in you is the presence that

will be, when all the stars are dead. 

Rilke

Be Ahead of all Parting

Be ahead of all parting, as if it had already happened,

like winter, which even now is passing.

For beneath the winter is a winter so endless

that to survive it at all is a triumph of the heart.

Be.  And know as well the need to not be.

Let that endless ground of all that changes

bring you to completion now.

To all that has run its course, and to the vast unsayable

numbers of beings abounding in Nature

add yourself gladly, and undo the number.

Die Sonette an Orpheus, II, 13

Rainer Maria Rilke

On Sep 22, 2015, at 6:04 PM

The fact of the shifting, changing nature of our emotions is something we could take advantage of. But do we? No. Instead, when an emotion comes up, we fuel it with our thoughts, and what should last one and a half minutes may be drawn out for ten or twenty years. We just keep recycling the story line. We keep strengthening our old habits.

When ur telling ur story with love- love I the only emotion

Of excitement

Of laughter- spontenous laughter

Of biking

Of joy

Love---- let the rainbow continue to grow

outward from my heart

Let me walk in the way of beauty

I am grateful for this day---

let me be orginary

I can hold the space for your tears
And not take them away
Let me touch ur hand and touch ur heart
Let compassion ring out loudly and be ever softly spoken when u hear my name
-kmg2015

When the mind is at peace By P'ang Yun (Layman P'ang) (740? - 808) English version by Stephen Mitchell When the mind is at peace, the world too is at peace. Nothing real, nothing absent. Not holding on to reality, not getting stuck in the void, you are neither holy nor wise, just an ordinary fellow who has completed his work

But there’s an approach we can take to the fundamental ambiguity of being human that allows us to work with, rather than retreat from, feelings like fear and aversion. If we can get in touch with the sensation as sensation and open ourselves to it without labeling it good or bad, then even when we feel the urge to draw back, we can stay present and move forward into the feeling. (Pema)

Merton

Follow my ways and I will lead you By Thomas Merton (1915 - 1968) Follow my ways and I will lead you To golden-haired suns, Logos and music, blameless joys, Innocent of questions And beyond answers. For I, Solitude, am thine own Self: I, Nothingness, am thy All. I, Silence, am thy Amen.

llove is sharing love

But what about more than the doin is the being

https://www.dropbox.com/s/9ip8vu0edhr32vo/MyIndiaTour.pdf?dl=0

Thank u kb for the your help with this

Colors swirls all around me and the winds of fall take up my prayer, like leaves that are released...

This tree bears figs juicy of fruits it's brances reach and reach til wanting to reach is part of its make it.

I know  I reach  I am I touch,  I am in the way of beauty, in the way of light,  I have fruit ready to bear it's seeds and blossom to its fullest, ripest, most attractive state.

The pray can only be

Lord come

    With tears of yearning for the beloved 

Below every surface of contemplation

I am 

lover of mine

And what sort of alignment 

This lover of mine has with time

As hand in hand they work together

To pass ever so quickly - before I have yet to arrive

Oh happy chance st John of the cross happily remarks when he sneaks past them, those who stand at the gates between moving forward from lover to beloved.....

And what moving forward is -but a resting of time stillness cradles me, oh lover of mine-

-kmg2016

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‎It really doesn't matter where I am

It's always morning

And it's always comes

Regardless of the state of grace I live in the paradox of. Regardless if see there is no middle or start or finish....

-from central park-on my bike- in the rain

First day of school!!!!!!

-k‎

Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.

time for merrit mallory again

For at some point you discover love never dies. In the words of Merrit Malloy:

When I die,
give what's left of me to children
and old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
cry for your brother walking the street
beside you.
When you need me,
put your arms around anyone
and give them what you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
something better than words or sounds:
Look for me in the people I've known
or loved.
And if you cannot give me away,
at least let me live in your eyes
and not on your mind.
You can love me most
by letting hands touch hands,
by letting bodies touch bodies,
and by letting go of children
that need to be free.
Love doesn't die: People do.
So that when all that's left of me is love,
give me away.
I'll see you at home in the earth.

RILKE-RODIN

The Departure of the Prodigal Son

 N

Sculpture by Auguste Rodin

To go forth now
from all the entanglement
that is ours and yet not ours,
that, like the water in an old well,
reflects us in fragments, distorts what we are.

From all that clings like burrs and brambles—
to go forth
and see for once, close up, afresh,
what we had ceased to see—
so familiar it had become.
To glimpse how vast and how impersonal
is the suffering that filled your childhood.

Yes, to go forth, hand pulling away from hand.
Go forth to what? To uncertainty,
to a country with no connections to us
and indifferent to the dramas of our life.

What drives you to go forth? Impatience, instinct,
a dark need, the incapacity to understand.

To bow to all this.
To let go—
even if you have to die alone.

Is this the start of a new life?

From the boy........

I used to enjoy msking my youngest brother cry. I can remember the pause, the moment when it was happening
the moment the game changed and I was king of the hill....Hard to remain king of the hill for long in a family of five brothers and sisters, the numbers alone meant endless fighting. I cant remember today exactly “what we were fighting for” was there a purpose? Being the second oldess there were many advantages, I wasn’t smart enough yet, to see how I continued the cycle.
I used to enjoy making my youngest brother cry, and I think he was crying the tears I was not allow t shed being the second oldest. Besides for the oldest, I definitely stand-ed a chance to be the “king of the hill” in my fathers eyes, aside from my oldest who always stood a few inches taller...and picked on, well he made the rules. Endless tourture, it was definitely a competition and what were we competing for. Our mothers love, our fathers attention. I wonder how much I might have just been competing for this moment. The chance to be on the eve of my 18^th birthday and one foot out the door, a successful man ready to open new doors of opportunity, creation and change and to become an evolving part of a college and community .
I used to enjoy picking on my youngest brother. Growing up in a family of nine, five brothers, a sister,a mom and a dad and always someone who my mom took in to live, they didn’t do the job they got free rent for, but always made sure they held a few of my strings. I learned quickly how to sneakily pick on my brothers and not get in trouble either. I knew when mom had someone in the kitchen with coffee, or when yolanda was in the basement doing the laundry. The perfect times to plan my torture and fill up the water guns, per see. Did I do he same things my older brother did to me? No I had my own way of not necessarily ever being physical, (that was my oldest brothers greatest vice) I enjoyed being silly.....more of a prankster kind of guy. My brother, well he has a cascaded system of instinctively picking on ones younger brother, Sometimes it was a struggle to focus on my school work when chaos ensued in the house. And what was chaos exactly. It was when the children had the rule and got away with what was going on. While my mother seperated us with love,she would say ridiculous things like “I dont have the anger to punish each of you, you are all guilty of bullying eachother in one way or the other.” Maybe my mom juiced the whole system with her love and spirituality, wasn’t working. Gratefully I had a father, then, who stepped in to maintain order, but only in dire situations. The question usually was” let me see where your hurt.” a point to the area , holding back tears usually wasnt enough. You had to come close, walk to the library chair he was sitting in with his laptop, raise your shoot, and hope that the blood was drippin out from under it, like it felt, or like the tears felt that were gonna burst out of your eyes any second.
After 14 solid years of being an Irish Twin, the first born was heading out to boarding school. I was gonna get my own room. And my own room came with my own bathroom and shower. Who was king of the hill now. I detached a bit from the game of seeking out little ones around the house and makign them cry. I am not sure when, the walks out of my own room and into the Den of Chaos became more of a mission to the plaice I was going, like to the kitchen and return to my own room . I am not sure exactly when it started happening that I would actually step in when I was walking passed a my fourth sibling torturing my sixth.. I was helping. Were there some secret powers I the Guest room which became my personal space? With the personal space came some kind of responsibility.
I had more time of my hands, I had more space to be on my own. Behind the closed door of your own room I started to develop my own space and it didnt include the need to continue any cycles, but start my own. I look back and wonder if I was bring groomed for something great and this room of mine was the nest. The sort of cocoon in the house I live. Taken away was my greatest threat. The one who stood over me, 11 months my senior, the one wo shared the same year for gods sake that I was born. An hour away in Princeton. I didn't need to pound my chest King of the Hill .
The next year my father left the house and I was thrust into a position of responsibility. I walked out of my room now to help catch water when the roof leaked, the bucket brigade. And the roof leaked often. I walked across the hall to counsel my little sister. I listened to her conflicts with her other 11 year old friends and I remembered 4^th grade. Mr Frey's class. I felt things were falling quickly onto my shoulders or where they available for the taking and I was reaching out and into a new kinda role. The cycle was definitely changing........

Rilke

I find you, Lord, in all Things and in all By Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926) English version by Stephen Mitchell I find you, Lord, in all Things and in all my fellow creatures, pulsing with your life; as a tiny seed you sleep in what is small and in the vast you vastly yield yourself. The wondrous game that power plays with Things is to move in such submission through the world: groping in roots and growing thick in trunks and in treetops like a rising from the dead.

blessing of love

Heading to to airport
The sun rises over the east river
Where e-zoo danced away the night
And yorkvill football kicked off it season

I gaze out the window
On my way to California and
I rememeber the sunrise in india
The sunrise in Georgia
It connects me to every moment and to now

Emotion wells, it reminds me I am alive
And more
And I hold all my boys and daughter  and all the boys of india in my heart, and it's blessing....its true blessin of love.

share peace-

Can we balance emotion and doing or is it in emotion we are in being?
i think as i watch the movement around me in this air space lounge at jet blue

the sunrises over the east river and my camera snaps too many shots into a photo stream of sunrises, Georgia, India, River and soon to be California..

and i am connected to all that, in every sunrise, for me its the energy of the love that rises, every day
a new chance to give, feel, be and love.....

Here is India and it moves me into love and as I head to Cal Berkeley to see my First born and my first college football game, and to babaji at somona ashram to share India and love, I share love too
now here with everyone in this airspace lounge as i smile and make room for compassion, even in my silence i send peace....

https://youtu.be/CvW1CVgnt1k 

 

touching love

I built myself a spot to see the sunrise

And it's so full that I cry with overflowing

The beauty dances within me as I close my eyes

And see myself naked, wrapped in flowing white silk dancing

And the suffering is I still need eyes to see

I exist in this beauty

And the humaness is that I desire

The giving of it fully for it to be received

In the connection is the way I know

To touch love-

Sacred

Silent

Love......‎