There is no perfect
There is only struggle
Who do u  want to struggle besides
Some  one who believes in u
Someone u love
Someone who loves u
Someone who has a sense of adventure
And is grounded in life- love- being- faith
Someone who will care for u when u are sick
Someone u want to care for for no ot reason
Then it feel better than caring for urself or the same

I light the sage stick and wave

It around the room. Vine I collected under the big

Blue sky in Montana, a morning when life was a morning due in a sage field along a rumbling river

So the rumbling now. Can't I believe it's good for me, and as a grief chaplain don't I ask for greater faith...

And what is greater faith. I am reaching for an answer of fully present in the heart in the moment, loss of control of others and the day......the day can only be about love.... christ guide me to your internal wisdom to know only you. To drink of this wine of everlasting waters, to eat the gospel of he bread of life......loving this moment...this bird song outside my window... this breathe-  

Let it be so...‎

Amen‎

From a sharing--, in that momenbt at the ghats. Arrivals and departures, removals of bodies while the death light of the spirit smokes the air in a dance 

Go wondrous creature! mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th' empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his follow'rs trod,
And quitting sense call imitating God;
As Eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule—
Then drop into thyself, and be a fool!

Superior beings, when of late they saw
A mortal Man unfold all Nature's law,
Admir'd such wisdom in an earthly shape,
And showed a Newton as we shew an Ape.

Could he, whose rules the rapid comet bind,
Describe or fix one movement of his mind?
Who saw its fires here rise, and there descend,
Explain his own beginning, or his end?

Alexander Pope, Essay On Man

>
> Where were you when I laid the earth's foundations?
> Speak if you have understanding ...
> Who closed the sea behind doors
> When it gushed forth out of the womb? ...
> Have you ever commanded the day to break,
> Assigned the dawn its place? ...
> Have you penetrated to the sources of the sea? ...
> Have you penetrated the vaults of snow?
> By what path is the west wind dispersed,
> The east wind scattered over the earth? ...
> Can you tie cords to Pleiades
> Or undo the reins of Orion?...
> Who is wise enough to give an account of the heavens?
> Who can tilt the bottles of the sky,
> Whereupon the earth melts into a mass,
> And its clods stick together?
>
>
> Job 38:4-38
>
>

Maybe the loss is a great remembering. A remembering of how what they leave behind somehow, in this moment is recognized.. once again connecting something for you, their gifts, in a way that will keep it a remembering.... funny how death calls so many upon the spirit as if it send off a new way for it to be, a shift we all take part in. Including those left behind.....

Self aware or blessing of insight

Awareness- is it thought- maybe 

Some thoughts bring gift

Light

I am all too familiar with those that bring darkness

Distration

So darkness and distraction are friends

Doesn't surprise me

They are my friends too, for I must welcome them

In their awareness that they have arrived

Guests in the house who I treat as guests

Cause I knew they were coming

Oh grateful god who keeps me humble and in my heart

Keep me here always, 

Amen

on multiple personalities

Pondering how wonderful to have more than one personality- being- self and how cruel to love in a society that labels them,. As even dual sounds like a form of phychosis and therefore territorial in the‎ arena of judgement- or in the realm of higher-lower -better-worse...

And what if a blessin, to be able to express whole and complete patterns of socialization in different ways

Surely a genius-

I ponder that the receiver should be able to enjoy all these personalities- I ponder if the giver ever really feels complete if he needs all the personalities to be loved at the same time not knowing if they are all present at the same time ever.

Hmmmm

Looking- looking at-

The sunrise does that in an add way. 

For I am looking for something in the light and something in the light rises to see me, and when I can hold no more is off looking at me, as a sort of flashlight that I am turning itself on me and I am more than this body,. A prescense, a soul who has walked across many a parking lot bare foot 

Seeking 

Yearning for what I can remain behind the window and view or I can be....

Grateful for emotion to clench intentions of god, of a life that is holy- through jesus christ I pray for a heart that is most like you, for love everlasting- lord I pray with your everlasting waters I will sprinkle quenching and shining compassion on all you bring to me...in your name, the son of god who you know and I can only know thru u and in you and putting on the head of christ in this day and all my days to come

Amen

Grateful for the calling that moves my hand to

Part the fabric hiding the pink sky

Signals the sunsire and I race to clothe my body and find the grass for a front row seat in life

Monkey mind causes me to set an alarm on my quiet time as if to put into restaints movement or distraction....as if to say wind- stop- 

Surely it's but a gift the giver allows for to be filled with god leaves no room for all else

Blessed are those who quiver their lips and squint their eyes in grateful for the coming of the lord. 

It is in this moment the baptism of this day begins in putting on christ

As I breathe in the words

Which are food indeed...

Amen

-kmg2016

The world is not a vacuum. 

Either we make it an altar for God

or it is invaded by demons. 

There can be no neutrality. 

Either we are ministers of the sacred

or slaves of evil. 

Heschel 

Getting ready to sea island------

this new day kmg2016

This new day belongs to the air
the gift of breathe
for it will stay available
long after me
and what is me
just this moment when i can be part of he breathe
the sounds of the bird song
the unseeable mist across the sunrise and time

anything else then the breathe-
are distractions
for in the breathe is the laughter of the day
the tears of the desire
and the awakening of love

not an object love
for what can object do but itself

Two hours isn't enough morning in stillness besides the waterfall- newness catches the eye and time slips slowly past, another hour and the birds wiggle along the sides of the rocks, another hour and the sun is still becoming into itself forms ---- motion pulsates rotation as thousands of running move around the center circle of the park and my blood flows, like this river, slowly moving and gathering. My heart is full of life and I am

It's a wonder how rufus can still himself to a point where point at which birds. Eve so watchful east creation fi in the other

Crazy love is a very ecstatic way of transcending this mind and its ultimate mistake of buying into its own distraction.

rilke and me

Rilke

Even the past is still a being in the fullness of its occurence, if only it is understood not according to its content but by a means of its intensity---and we members of the world that generates movement upon movement, force upon force, and seem to cascade inexorably into less and less viable things - we are forced to rely upon the pasts superior visibility if we want to gain an image of the now muted magnificent e that still surrounds u today....

I say- this sunrise- this moment is now, and as my flashlight points at everything I can vision, it can not reach inside the soul as this sunrise....

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they shal see god.

About love and loss- maybe these words can touch many  today‎

What is it about time- does it pass to create a doorway only in suffering- then what is it about suffering- is there a love suffering that is a purification that leads us to a new hallway+ doorways open and include all already in us. They open to include the love within u, you touched with XXXX who u loved so deeply and so fully it contained all that suffering his loss has already been In the depths of you,. And now XXXXX.... the love is still there,. I can not know ur pain the senses play games with our emotions, keep pointing them to god and take root these seeds deeply- my dear I don't know what will grow, I am here to to hold space of your infinite possibilities...‎

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I close my eyes and I am ageless

Timeless

Wind dancing with rain

Crying- laughing- making love to the world

In my song, whose tune is off kiltered 

Whose beat is infinate

I am love flowing over to an ocean of tommorows 

I swim into the morning and float away at night

I am a wish- a wonder- a child of christ loving thru

Me I never grow up - 

Kmg2016

By T. S. Eliot
(1888 - 1965)

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

Idolity of self reliance

When I am frustrated - give thanks to see more clearly

For clearly I am trying and doing things that aren't in my best interest.

Lay down the time- and stay in the light-

Of christ love- it shall be enough

Amen

Can we stare at the sub just enough to see life with the blindness of god infront of us

Oh so beautiful.....

Wisdom- thought- they all come and go as to a whinsikle ‎ moment- 

Not the cornerstones of anything - almost tangible, like glass shattered in the movement that beholds the living day.

I seek to reach out to those stories- that like a bomb are dropped into the conversation and they leave space

I hold it in empathy and compassion and I see almost a minefield of conversations all one upping eachothers last explosions.

I seek to reach out to these stories and return to the giver with a sort of soul coaching, for at the tip of the tongue is what triggers this mindfield.... can a healing be here, can I also see the sifferings burning thru a wisdom in my offering if just my offering is the connection of a deeper love....

Amen I say upon you, 

‎

"sometimes u cry like a baby when god removes something or someone from your life, but you would cry a lot more if you saw the eternal harm your wrong attachments cause you. "‎. Fenelon

Lent has ended and what was once desire

Has turned to raising vibration of love and good thoughts

In this world. For when we vibrate love to eachother to being loved to giving it's the trinity, the narrow gate

Grateful for who you bring to me to love and raise up, may thre glory be given to you 

Blessed for the poor in spirit- for they shall see god

Amen

I only have today for there is no tommorow big enough to contain all my thoughts- all my fears- and all my love- anbd the greatest of them is my love

Amen

live today

"we would have understood much earlier that our sole purpose in our whole lives was to do the will of God. Not the will of God as we might wish it, or as we might have envisioned it, or as we thought in our poor human wisdom it ought to be. But rather the will of God as God envisioned it and revealed it to us each day in the created situations with which he presented us. His will for us was the twenty-four hours of each day: the people, the places, the circumstances he set before us in that time. Those were the things God knew were important to him and to us at that moment, and those were the things upon which he wanted us to act, not out of any abstract principle or out of any subjective desire to “do the will of God.” No, these things, the twenty-four hours of this day, were his will; we had to learn to recognize his will in the reality of the situation and to act accordingly. We had to learn to look at our daily lives, at everything that crossed our path each day, with the eyes of God; learn to see his estimate of things, places, and above all people, recognize that he had a goal and a purpose in bringing us into contact with these things and these people, and strive always to do that will—his will—every hour of every day in the situations in which he had placed us. For to what other purpose had we been created? For what other reason had he so arranged it that we should be here, now, this hour, among these people? To what other end had he ordained our being here, if not to see his will in these situations and to strive to do always what he wanted, the way he wanted it, as he would have done it, for his sake, that he might have the fruit and the glory?" - 


Walter Ciszek, Jesuit priest imprisoned by Soviet Union for 28 years

Craving has many forms. It spans the scale from extreme attachment to extreme aversion, with all of its myriad nuances in between. If we take a moment to look honestly into the depth of our mind, we may see that there is a continuous craving—we want this and we don’t want that.

I will work on idling in the present and what come- comes-
Without push, pull-thought-

Thy will be done-

-kmg

I think how my fall, I use thought curse is

I remember the good things only

A default- a chip of memory lost

In time. In morning

I rememeber the imprint of love

Of the loving 

Of the joy

The kiss

The connection

Silly I have made notes in my life to remind myself

This happens so don't do it again

A child learn not to touch the hot stove

Cause ur gonna get burned

I pray to transform this flaw-glory and shine also it's light on the shadow within me that wants, needs, reaches out distructively to become fixer, lover, friend when it's time to collect in blessing and to give from afar and to be open to what is tommorows language----

I pray to surrender into a will of faith and love. 

Amen‎

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The monks of the cicterian chapel sing their chants and it brings me quickly to a rememberance

Benedictine monastery- year after year I roll in, head covered from the cold and somehow it feels respectful. Anonymus, part of the one without making a statement of 'i'am here

Tanned, naked, wrapped in a Sable I settle into my prayer cushion, rubbing seasame oil and annointing my forehead

In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit, come, come to this remembrance of all moments, ssunrises in the bahamas, Georgia, ......

It's snowijng now on April 3, two Russian blue kittens play in it, jumping, licking, 

Birds sing- the sky is dark for sunrise

My heart dances

-kmg2016‎

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He gave us reason

Sp that we can see

When reason saw 

He gave intelligence, understanding sense-

When man was granted knowledge, he confessed

To wonder weakness, as though possessed

And bowed before his throne

As in the end

All bow there, be they enemy or friend

His wisdom guides all

Rules all

And restrains all

And what's more wonderful it is sustains all

'conference of the birds"

-

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Cynthia bourgeault

"Love is stronger than death"

Quote 58p

....."And it is crucial ,for the language of eternity‎ is not the same as our heavy encrusted words of sentimentality and habit, our awkward attempts to love by embalming what we love.(rilke)..."the free aminal has its decrease perpetually behind it and God infront" 

For none of the journey onward is possible if one is still subty comparing it to the past, still wishing for a return to the good old days"

-karen 

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Small drizzles follow the cloud whose sunrise hides me from

And I'm warmed to the community of seekers of the sunrise, seekers of the heart

Abondoned one day wil be the thoughts of the tree of knowledge- adandone one day will be anything but the true light of love

May it be a trinity of light in this world, may it be a gift of everlasting waters I am but a giver of- let me do the good works- 

Amen

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The ineffable inhabits the magnificent and the common, the grandiose and the tiny facts of reality alike. Some people sense this quality at distant intervals in extraordinary events; others sense it in the ordinary events, in every fold, in every nook; day after day, hour after hour. To them things are bereft of triteness; to them being does not mate with non-sense. They hear the stillness that crowds the world in spite of our noise, in spite of our greed. Slight and simple as things may be -- a piece of paper, a morsel of bread, a word, a sigh -- they hide and guard a never-ending secret: A glimpse of God? Kinship with the spirit of being? An eternal flash of a will?

Part company with preconceived notions, suppress your leaning to reiterate and to know in advance of your seeing, try to see the world for the first time with eyes not dimmed by memory of volition, and you will detect that you and the things that surround you -- trees, birds, chairs -- are like parallel lines that run close and never meet. Your pretense of being acquainted with the world is quickly abandoned. 

How do we seek to apprehend the world? Intelligence inquires into the nature of reality, and, since it cannot work without its tools, takes those phenomena that appear to fit its categories as answers to its inquiry. Yet, when trying to hold an interview with reality face to face, without the aid of either words or concepts, we realize that what is intelligible to our mind is but a thin surface of the profoundly undisclosed ripple of inveterate silence that remains immune to curiosity and inquisitiveness like distant foliage in the dusk. 

Abraham Joshua Heschel

The ineffable inhabits the magnificent and the common, the grandiose and the tiny facts of reality alike. Some people sense this quality at distant intervals in extraordinary events; others sense it in the ordinary events, in every fold, in every nook; day after day, hour after hour. To them things are bereft of triteness; to them being does not mate with non-sense. They hear the stillness that crowds the world in spite of our noise, in spite of our greed. Slight and simple as things may be -- a piece of paper, a morsel of bread, a word, a sigh -- they hide and guard a never-ending secret: A glimpse of God? Kinship with the spirit of being? An eternal flash of a will?

Part company with preconceived notions, suppress your leaning to reiterate and to know in advance of your seeing, try to see the world for the first time with eyes not dimmed by memory of volition, and you will detect that you and the things that surround you -- trees, birds, chairs -- are like parallel lines that run close and never meet. Your pretense of being acquainted with the world is quickly abandoned. 

How do we seek to apprehend the world? Intelligence inquires into the nature of reality, and, since it cannot work without its tools, takes those phenomena that appear to fit its categories as answers to its inquiry. Yet, when trying to hold an interview with reality face to face, without the aid of either words or concepts, we realize that what is intelligible to our mind is but a thin surface of the profoundly undisclosed ripple of inveterate silence that remains immune to curiosity and inquisitiveness like distant foliage in the dusk. 

Abraham Joshua Heschel