Timeless is the love that touches

Connecting with all time

Desire and delusions passion

Wants to peek up and be the rung 

To step on

Wise are those feet that stay grounded

On loves light journey

Timeless is the love that shines---

Kmg2015

Our Father in Heaven,

We give thanks for who is gathered around this table, for you have brought us together

And tonight we have many who have grown up from childhood, together, beginning their own journeys, and one day be hosting a thanksgiving, and I hope to model with this prayer and rejoice when it hear it as something complete-

Lord hear our prayer, bless this food we are about to eat . Let us remember who serves us today, have families, too, and who tended this meal, and the turkey we are about to eat, have dreams that our prayer can honor as well as our own..

We give thanks for life,
The freedom to enjoy it all
And all other blessings.
We accept from those not sittin here today and for those still to come...

Emotion pulls my attentivenes

Away from the steeple

Brother john gifts a book I bring

To prayer this morning

And I am watchful- as emotion like a wave upon my inside connects both inner and outer moments and i‎ empty to be fulled with the beloved.

Kmg2015

If we ourselves have had even a glimmer of what egolessness feels like, of what awakening feels like, of what freedom feels like, then we want it for others too. When we see that they are hooked, instead of being critical and judgmental, we can empathize with what they're going through – we've been there and know exactly how they feel.

There is beauty in the red leaves as they fall and christen the earth- landing like angels on the greenest of grounds.

Palm trees split the sun into a cross and I realize I can't hold both views at the same time.

Got to think there is theology in that as I collect the leaves to include them on  my thanksgiving table ---

‎Empty is the bed that's full of her

Giving

Alone she lays eyes closed to the awakening of the morning‎

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under the covers feet begin tapping the pedals in  each other  pumping the wheel which is to begin the turning  spinning the threads of dreams -

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A tapestry, like a song, spins around the soft most feminine parts of her body, garters hold up the lace, long legs dance the ballet of desire as covers warm from the morning breeze coming from the fogs over the mountains which sunrise hides from.

Kmg

Nov2015

rumi

In the early morning hour,

just before dawn, lover and beloved awake

and take a drink of water.

She asks, Do you love me or yourself more?

Really, tell me the absolute truth.

He says, There is nothing left of me.

I am like a ruby held up to the sunrise.

Is it still a stone, or a world

made of redness? It has no resistance

to sunlight. The ruby and the sunrise are one.

Be courageous and discipline yourself.

Work. Keep digging your well.

Don't think about getting off from work.

Submit to a daily practice.

Your loyalty to that is a ring on the door.

Keep knocking, and the joy inside

will eventually open a window

and look out to see who's there.

- Rumi

I pray healing touch the heart and radiate from within for these wounds seem deeper then flesh cut out - Lord pass thru me ur light so I may feel raised from this bed and alive in the blessing of a cancer free body---

Amen I pray with you and beside you and for you

Kmg2015

"Thu the muirs I hike in the dark, cocooned by nature to a birthing of a sunrise- oh winds that blow endless time past me, breathe me too and whisper my name -kmg2015

‎I thought I saw my sister walk past- I 

Say Laura loudly from the top of my penthouse-

Strange to retell the memorable childhood seems almost dirty as we all just played a part in the dance of life, quiet cleanly infact that lead us on our journies......

And I ‎am-

rilke

By Rainer Maria Rilke
(1875 - 1926)
English version by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy

For your sake poets sequester themselves,
gather images to churn the mind,
journey forth, ripening with metaphor,
and all their lives they are so alone...
And painters paint their pictures only
that the world, so transient as you made it,
can be given back to you,
to last forever.

All becomes eternal. See: In the Mona Lisa
some woman has long since ripened like wine,
and the enduring feminine is held there
through all the ages.

Those who create are like you.
They long for the eternal.
They say, Stone, be forever!
And that means: be yours.

And lovers also gather your inheritance.
They are the poets of one brief hour.
They kiss an expressionless mouth into a smile
as if creating it anew, more beautiful.

Awakening desire, they make a place
where pain can enter;
that's how growing happens.
They bring suffering along with their laughter,
and longings that had slept and now awaken
to weep in a stranger's arms.

They let the riddles pile up and then they die
the way animals die, without making sense of it.
But maybe in those who come after,
their green life will ripen;
it's then that you will inherit the love
to which they gave themselves so blindly, as in a sleep.

Thus the overflow from things
pours into you.
Just as a fountain's higher basins
spill down like strands of loosened hair
into the lowest vessel,
so streams the fullness into you,
when things and thoughts cannot contain it.

Morning-
what can we be put grateful for the lov that is all around us. May the light of christ
light the paths that extend from you, that are love
and full u today,
 with the glory of rebirth.

The commitment to take care of one another is often described as a vow to invite all sentient beings to be our guest. The prospect can be daunting. It means that everyone will be coming to our house. It means opening our door to everyone, not just to the people we like or the ones who smell good or the ones we consider "proper" but also to the violent ones and the confused ones--to people of all shapes, sizes, and colors, to people speaking all different languages, to people with all different points of view.

(Pema

Committing to benefit others is traditionally called the path of the bodhisattva, the path of the spiritual warrior whose weapons are gentleness, clarity of mind, and an open heart. The Tibetan word for warrior, pawo for a male warrior or pawmo for a female warrior, means “the one who cultivates bravery.” As warriors in training, we cultivate the courage and flexibility to live with uncertainty—with the shaky, tender feeling of anxiety, of nothing to hold on to—and to dedicate our lives to making ourselves available to every person, in every situation. (Pema) --- and I say  u can have a lovely day with anyone- so what is it that draws one more than another to each other side- I wonder if I am am still grieving the loss of what I had too fully to allow someone new to touch me...I am working with the emotion which brings sadness have I yet to  turn the ache, desire, feelings, heart place into something more expansive-. So it isn't a place that can be touched but that is one that can touch- that can offer and not need-

that can be touched, so

I don't want   replacement and I walk the path towards something new....

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Thy will be done-‎

Amen‎

Just as the sun filled my eyes

And time stood still

The water hosed the boat with a rainbow and the tree, received the wind and sprinkled angles breathe across the path in the form of yellow -

Fall at the marina-

Kmg2015

Let the light shine in-

heaven on earth

Is being filled with light

Being filled with love

Being able to be love

Being able to smile to make

Someone else happy- 

I can see when my thoughts

Are filled with me

Or worries

Or when I'm living not in what thy path towards love is feigning 

There is less room to receive the light

Blessed are the poor in spirit

Their cup isn't already full with spirit

Of their own,

They may receive gods light-

I imagine for me as my heart expands so expands all pleasures that feed the heart

Lov-

The candle flickers

Welcoming the sunrise 

Light of the new day

And why, for me, is each day a lifetime onto itself- 

A chance to be present- share lov-touch- parent - comfort- kiss- 

I sacrifice silence to cry into grateful

For the moment 

this moment arrives

 I need to baptism it with words of 

Oh silence, the gift from the gods wanting to make connection

Why do I cut u off with pointing

I sit on my hands-

Kmg2015

I sacrifice silence to cry into grateful

For the moment 

this moment arrives

 I need to baptism it with words of 

Oh silence, the gift from the gods wanting to make connection

Why do I cut u off with pointing

I sit on my hands-

Kmg2015

sunrise nov 2015

I sacrifice silence to cry into grateful

For the moment this moment arrives I need to baptism it with words of praise

India emails and causes of to look inward-

The truth is that we’re always in some kind of in-between state, always in process. We never fully arrive. When we’re present with the dynamic quality of our lives, we’re also present with impermanence, uncertainty, and change. If we can stay present, then we might finally get that there’s no security or certainty in the objects of our pleasure or the objects of our pain, no security or certainty in winning or losing, in compliments or criticism, in good reputation or bad—no security or certainty ever in anything that’s fleeting, that’s subject to change. (Pema