I'm grateful to have a heart filled with giving I cry a tear of joy that waters the seeds of wholeheartedness planted today in my soul‎ and I praise god- amen:) 

Whatever thy will brings to me in this day- what ever words spea through me, I pray to be open to receive then. I pray my actions praise christ in his glory for the sins of the world have been cleansed and I pray- each day to remember- and to be received, to be blesse to join the tabl of the lamb to love
Thy neighbor
As thyself

Amen

Intimacy.....so hard to identify when our identities are so deep rooted in the world. Rejected Loved Who we are named Who we call ourselves ‎ Intimacy a sort of love that gets lost in ‎the sex- feeling being in the heart of love is intimacy and angels rejoice in the music it plays. 

Odd how we attach love to the rituals of marriage tean years go by ---in an awakened state would one be controlled less by lust and more by depth...

If not any scale be altered I pray for the gifts -let them come into my life as the key to abundance of love living heaven on earth

 in the sharing 

for alone

 I sit with god

whispers of eternity -

Practical Spiritual Life

Nourish Your Heart & Spirit, Body & Mind

God! God! God! by Paramhansa Yogananda

October 30, 2013 by Nayaswami Kamala Leave a Comment

Paramhansa Yogananda said that this beautiful poem was given to him by St. Francis of Assisi in a vision.

From the depths of slumber,
As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness,
I will whisper:
God! God! God!

Thou art the food, and when I break my fast
Of nightly separation from Thee,
I will taste Thee, and mentally say,
God! God! God!

No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind
Will ever keep turning on Thee;
And in the battle din of activity, my silent war-cry will be:
God! God! God!

When boisterous storms of trials shriek,
And when worries howl at me,
I will drown their noises by loudly chanting
God! God! God!

When my mind weaves dreams
With threads of memories,
On that magic cloth will I emboss:
God! God! God!

Every night, in time of deepest sleep,
My peace dreams and calls, Joy! Joy! Joy!
And my joy comes singing evermore:
God! God! God!

In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping,
Serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving,
My soul will constantly hum, unheard by any:
God! God! God

Put put goes the golf cart and it's just so nice

The sun makes its appearances through he thick southern brush and monks chant in my ears. 

On a certainb type of automatic drive

The way drives itself and I think of beauty

I think of my own and how smart enough or enlightened enough or just enough with themselves to see beauty is the light and open space that shines through the spirit becomes the soul of a direction of life....beauiful to be around, becomes more than the scale beauty is weighed in on. How heavy must be weights yet unlifted.

And in lightness, comes freedom. Prayer, I lift myself up to u, my lord, thy will be done- pray only for ur knowledge working thru, may I touch who u sent me and love who you love, in Christ's name I pray

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sleep my children

When They Sleep

By Rolf Jacobsen
(1907 - 1994)

English version by Robert Hedin

All people are children when they sleep.
there's no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
-- God, teach me the language of sleep.

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Missing jim? I thought and went into action

As time passed I felt a sadness come over me

Full of all sadness never heard

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Scratching my throat, a   whimper, not a sound it made as the wave quivered down by body - , like the moonlight in the clearest of skies.....

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Welcome back Jim‎

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I like life simple- better- sunrise to sunset- nature as my friend*- love for thy neighbor, a vegatable garden, golf cart and the wind in my sails---

gita

Been studyng the Gita again

I realm into the metaphorsai the story- pamahanda yoginanda (spelt wrong) shares to me 

Last night the  story of the 40 years in Mt Sinai desert- surely it speaks of a metaphor of time to 'enter the promised land, heaven on earth, like Moses in the desert raised the serpenti like raising out of the serpents of darkness , raising kindilini, to raise and rise above to a higher consciousness- life- love- being- :)

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The Fountain
By John of the Cross
(1542 - 1591)
English version by Willis Barnstone

How well I know that flowing spring
          in black of night.

The eternal fountain is unseen.
How well I know where she has been
          in black of night.

I do not know her origin.
None. Yet in her all things begin
          in black of night.

I know that nothing is so fair
and earth and firmament drink there
          in black of night.

I know that none can wade inside
to find her bright bottomless tide
          in black of night.

Her shining never has a blur;
I know that all light comes from her
          in black of night.

I know her streams converge and swell
and nourish people, skies and hell
          in black of night.

The stream whose birth is in this source
I know has a gigantic force
          in black of night.

The stream from but these two proceeds
yet neither one, I know, precedes
          in black of night.

The eternal fountain is unseen
in living bread that gives us being
          in black of night.

She calls on all mankind to start
to drink her water, though in dark,
          for black is night.

O living fountain that I crave,
in bread of life I see her flame
          in black of night.‎

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Karenmeri

Devi prayer plays the familiar tune that floats me above all and brings me to grateful- woken for the sunrise- the promise the song

Lilly pads catch the dew and I drink and remember

If They Only Knew
By Mansur al- Hallaj
(9th Century)
English version by Michael A. Sells

What earth is this
          so in want of you
they rise up on high
          to seek you in heaven?

                    Look at them staring
                              at you
                    right before their eyes,
                              unseeing, unseeing, blind.
. . .

                    I was patient,
                              but can the heart
be patient of
          its heart?

                              My spirit and yours
                    blend together
                              whether we are near one another
                    or far away.

                    I am you,
you,
          my being,
                    end of my desire,

          The most intimate of secret thoughts
                    enveloped
and fixed along the horizon
          in folds of light.

                              How? The "how" is known
                    along the outside,
                              while the interior of beyond
          to and for the heart of being.

          Creatures perish
                    in the darkened
blind of quest,
          knowing intimations.

                                        Guessing and dreaming
                    they pursue the real,
                              faces turned toward the sky
          whispering secrets to the heavens.

                    While the lord remains among them
                              in every turn of time
abiding in their every condition
          every instant.

                              Never without him, they,
                    not for the blink of an eye --
                              if only they knew!
                    nor he for a moment without