Joy cometh in the morni
And in my prosperity I say I shall never be moved... I creid to the all lord
What prophet is there in my bloo
Shall my dust praisethe
Be though my helpe
Turn this morning into dancing
So my glory may sing praise to thy
And not be silent.
........pslam 30

“To serve the suffering is to serve God. Real service is done by good actions and wholesome inspirations of the mind. ”   Wisdom of Aghoreshwar Bhagwan Ram

If u want ur world to change u have to change

And it's not what u already know or u would be past there today- it's what u don't know who u already --u quiet to it.... listen 

........And maybe all u hear is silence, yet when u find this silence and u may  hear a bird or u look into the risingor setting  sun,u must out stretch ur arms in it to open up ur whole body , u may also breathe deep....

Stay here and breathe in what u need and breathe out what u dont-

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....there it is

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Nothing is coming or has come that has  the the storyline already, 

This is the moment---

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Amen‎

What else is there to be full of? Whatever has past is already gone. Without emptying to this new day one brings with them lessons already learned- open to every sunrise to the new light u haven't lived in already- you are blessed and enough- now go out and shine- to thy neighbor and joyful will spark within-

If not in urself then thru the reflection of others- it's contagious, community of loving, and yet it's contagious when ur the one giving it.

Asked for poems from my six kids on my birthday. I think they are more messages for eachother with 'digs'-- they are a start to an opening.....

Poem 1-. 13 year old

to my beautiful mother on her birthday.
peace and jesus radiate off of you
having lived more than half of your life filled with struggle and happiness
while providing for your children and focusing on their health and posterity, and gaylord-- the costa Rican cat

raising 5 sons can be hard, yet you persevere everyday and always show that you care

rest
AMG 2017

Poem 2- 18 year old

As I sit in my meditation chamber..... I recall all the children I have.... there are 6 of them.... I have even learned to love my youngest daughter..... despite. ... obesity.... on this birthday I ask for respect.... the respect that I deserve.... Rest-(CG)

Poem 3- 20 year old

my existence All that is is but a cup of sake Katsu katsu katsu

Og 2017

Poem 4- 12 year old

Thank you the worlds greatest mom I’m so grateful that I️ have u as a mom Thanks for always believing in me Thanks for all the support Even when I️ didn’t want it Thank you for being such a kind Loving mother Happy birthday from your loving son 

GG2017

Poem 5- 16 year old

My dark skinned mother on the day of her birth
Draped silken sheets wading in the waves
Favorite movie is my fair lady
The setting sun emphasizes her spiritual figure
A silhouette of god’s image
The creator of 6 lives and nourisher of many more
An image of life, a symbol for love.

HG2017

Poem 6. 21 year old

.........coming soon .......

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Prayer for my children

Dear god

There are no words for the depth of my love for these children

I pray for their care and protection

I surrender them into ur hands

Please dear God sens ur angels.to bless and surround them always

May they be protected from the darkness of our times. May they always see u at the center of their lives, may their hearts grow strong to love you and serve you

I surrender dear God my parenthood to you, 

Make me the parent u would have me be 

Show me how to love.most patiently

To be there for them most fully

To understand profoundly who they are

And what they needs

May this family be a blessing to them now and forever

May they learn values

And principles of love and righteousness

May they learn from me. KINDNESS

May they learn from me STRENGTH

May they learn from me the lessons of power

That indeed they have it in them and it must be surrendered to you to be used for ur purposes thoughout their lives 

Thou shall you be gladdened and th‎ou shall they be free

To live most fully

And love most deeply

That is my wish

That is my prayer 

For them and for me

On this birthday and forver...

Amen‎

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Reading the Gita i share:

Story: 

The gita is not primarily concerned with Krishna as an individual, but with his aspect as Brahman,theultimate reality. 

When Krishna addresses Arjuna, he sometimes speaks as an individual, but often God himself. 

 

For I am Brahman 

Within this body 

Life is immortal 

That shall not perish 

I am the truth 

And the joy forever. 

 

Arjuna,in his attitude to Krishna, also expresses this dual relationship, Krishna is the divine incarnation of Vishnu, Arjunas chosen deity. Arjuna knows this-yet, by merciful ignorance, he sometimes forgets. Indeed, it is Krishna who makes him forget, 

SINCE NO ORDINARY MAN CAN BEAR HE STRAIN OF CONSTANT COMPANIONSHIP WITH GOD. 

 

Arjuna is appalled by the realization that he has been treating the Lord of the universe as friend and fellow-mortal. Hehumbly begs Krishna pardon, buthis awe soon leaves him. Again he has forgotten, 

Merton, to me, has many different style, one message

One who is not “alone” says Philoxenos, has not discovered his identity. He seems to be alone, perhaps, for he experiences himself as “individual.” But because he is willingly enclosed and limited by the laws and illusions of collective existence, he has no more identity than an unborn child in the womb. He is not yet conscious. He is alien to his own truth. He has senses, but he cannot use them. He has life, but no identity. To have an identity, he has to be awake, and aware. But to be awake, he has to accept vulnerability and death. Not for their own sake: not out of stoicism or despair — only for the sake of the invulnerable inner reality which we cannot recognize (which we can only be) but to which we awaken only when we see the unreality of our vulnerable shell. The discovery of this inner self is an act and affirmation of solitude. 

Merton

When we consider the evil, injustice, and misery existing in the world, how can we claim that the ultimate Reality at the heart of the universe is a Spirit of peace, harmony, and infinite love? What evidence can we bring to support such a belief? And how can we adore a God whose creation is marred by cruelty, suffering and sin? This is, of course, the problem of evil; the crucial problem for all realistic religion.

Evelyn Underhill

Underhill also points here to suffering.... can one, any ones life story be of ultimate bliss, who can escape suffering,

It brings me to scripture as the evil one who was released even to the most pure, JOB, and brought JOB to his knees, but it didn't bring his faith in God down, for we can not know if what comes from the whirldwind. Chapter 38-41 JOB.

Amen

Who Am I

Casting Crowns

Who am I, that the lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt?
Who am I, that the bright and morning star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart?

Not because of who I am
But because of what you've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who you are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still you hear me when I'm calling
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling
And you've told me who I am
I am yours

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again?
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me?

Not because of who I am
But because of what you've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who you are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still you hear me when I'm calling
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling
And you've told me who I am
I am yours

Not because of who I am
But because of what you've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who you are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still you hear me when I'm calling
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling
And you've told me who I am
I am yours

I am yours
I am yours
Whom shall I fear, whom shall I fear?
'Cause I am yours
I am yours

Praying within the heart we stand at the doorway between two worlds
Waiting for our beloved to help us. The one who is out  innermost essense is always there.
Eternally watching
Listening
Waiting for us to come
We think god is seperate from us
Because we stand outside the door
Caught in the world of duality
But when we pray with feeling
Pray with the intensity of the heart
Then the door opens
Actually
This door is NEVER closed
The ego only drew it's veil across the
Threshold-

Here needs no balance but to stay in the world to be an offering of more...

Amen

Rachel finished her work on earth, and left the stage in a manner that leaves those of us left behind with a cry of agony in our hearts, as the fragile thread of our faith is dealt with so violently. Is anyone strong enough to stay conscious through such teaching as you are receiving? Probably very few. And even they would only have a whisper of equanimity and peace amidst the screaming trumpets of their rage, grief, horror and desolation.

I can’t assuage your pain with any words, nor should I. For your pain is  Rachel’s legacy to you. Not that she or I would inflict such pain by choice,  but there it is. And it must burn its purifying way to completion. For something in you dies when you bear the unbearable, and it is only in that dark night of the soul that you are prepared to see as God sees, and to love as God loves.

Now is the time to let your grief find expression. No false strength. Now is the time to sit quietly and speak to Rachel, and thank her for being with you these few years, and encourage her to go on with whatever her work is, knowing that you will grow in compassion and wisdom from this experience. In my heart, I know that you and she will meet again and again, and recognize the many ways in which you have known each other. And when you meet you will know, in a flash, what now it is not given to you to know: Why this had to be the way it was.

Our rational minds can never understand what has happened, but our hearts – if we can keep them open to God – will find their own intuitive way. Rachel came through you to do her work on earth, which includes her manner of death. Now her soul is free, and the love that you can share with her is invulnerable to the winds of changing time and space.

In that deep love,
include me.

Sitting quietly in my room, in a chair by the window I see a golden ball of energy, this energy is shining so bright and it spills out all the wonderfulness of who I amm....but it's too bright and it's energy is spilling so much so fast that it's almost like u need to move away from it........ I think I call this reverting to a childlike state when one wasn't scared to also shine their own lights and spill their balls of energy and create a third ball to play with....imagination.... notes........ I see how clearly in a hospital room I contain that ball of light and I use it to burn within and it empties me fully so christ words are not my words and they shine thru me and thru my eyes and 'sakra' or holy presence....

The words that  comes to mind. ... the work of polarities -balance- in one state I am too bright to be seen and in the other I am but a vessel for something greater than me.

I also love who I am
Praise be to god for all my blessings
And all my sufferings, they both bring
Me closer to you in grateful,. And in journey

Amen

Morning " sun rises on this new day and I look for you, I know I need not "look' for for u are in me if I can open from within and feel your presense' the pray be the blessing of all that already is come along with all that will be" amen 

Whisper jesus when u feel alone
Breathe life into spirit within you

It's only when I fall to my knees
That I find the strength to stand up
Whisper jesus name-

Amen 

What u have experienced no one should have to or might never experience, breast cancer, sisters death, fathers wrath and untimely death all thru the awful grace of god....and we we are full with the blessing of it all being love, love thru the suffering thru the broken body of christ which we carry and carry onward and..... smile- with faith and fortitude... amen my friend amen
You are Soo loved- I love u

-k

By Francis of Assisi‎
(1181 - 1226)

English version by Regis J. Armstrong, OFM CAP & Ignatius C. Brady, OFM

 

O OUR most holy FATHER,
Our Creator, Redeemer, Consoler, and Savior

WHO ARE IN HEAVEN:
In the angels and in the saints,
Enlightening them to love, because You, Lord, are light
Inflaming them to love, because You, Lord, are love
Dwelling in them and filling them with happiness,
          because You, Lord, are the Supreme Good,
                    the Eternal Good
          from Whom comes all good
          without Whom there is no good.

HALLOWED BE YOUR NAME:
May our knowledge of You become ever clearer
That we may know the breadth of Your blessings
          the length of Your promises
          the height of Your majesty
          the depths of Your judgments

YOUR KINGDOM COME:
So that You may rule in us through Your grace
and enable us to come to Your kingdom
          where there is an unclouded vision of You
                    a perfect love of You
                    a blessed companionship with You
                    an eternal enjoyment of You

YOUR WILL BE DONE ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN:
That we may love you with our whole heart by always thinking of You
                    with our whole soul by always desiring You
                    with our whole mind by directing all our
                              intentions to You and by seeking Your
                              glory in everything
                    and with our whole strength by spending all our
                              energies and affections
                              of soul and body
                              in the service of Your love
                              and of nothing else
and may we love our neighbors as ourselves
          by drawing them all with our whole strength to Your love
          by rejoicing in the good fortunes of others as well as our own
          and by sympathizing with the misfortunes of others
          and by giving offense to no one

GIVE US THIS DAY:
in memory and understanding and reverence
          of the love which our Lord Jesus Christ had for us
          and of those things which He said and did and suffered for us
OUR DAILY BREAD
Your own Beloved Son, our Lord Jesus Christ

AND FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES:
Through Your ineffable mercy
through the power of the Passion of Your Beloved Son
          together with the merits and intercession of the Blessed Virgin
                              Mary and all Your chosen ones

AS WE FORGIVE THOSE WHO TRESPASS AGAINST US:
And whatever we do not forgive perfectly,
do you, Lord, enable us to forgive to the full
so that we may truly love our enemies
and fervently intercede for them before You
returning no one evil for evil
and striving to help everyone in You

AND LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION
Hidden or obvious
Sudden or persistent

BUT DELIVER US FROM EVIL
Past, present and to come.

Glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit
As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.‎


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Notes on Merton prose from another viewpoint

I really love this stream of consciousness poem. Merton takes all of the little routines and hierarchies and internal dialog of Catholic monastic life, and pokes fun at them while, at the same time, he elevates them to the level of sacred ritual. There is something profoundly honest about this poem... a playful, unadorned bluntness that is both frank and humble.

Each one can sit at table with his own lemon, and mind his own conscience.

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Thomas Merton was a Catholic monk and mystic who was a key figure in opening up a dialog between the spiritual traditions of East and West. He himself studied many Eastern spiritual practices deeply, from Zen meditation to Hindu yogic philosophy.

1

Each one shall sit at table with his own cup and spoon, and with his own repentance. Each one's own business shall be his most important affair, and provide his own remedies.
They have neglected bowl and plate.
Have you a wooden fork?
Yes, each monk has a wooden fork as well as a potato.

2
Each one shall wipe away tears with his own saint, when three bells hold in store a hot afternoon. Each one is supposed to mind his own heart, with its conscience, night and morning.
Another turn on the wheel: ho hum! And observe the Abbot!
Time to go to bed in a straw blanket.

3
Plenty of bread for everyone between prayers and the psalter: will you recite another?
Merci, and Miserere.
Always mind both the clock and the Abbot until eternity.
Miserere.

4
Details of the Rule are all liquid and solid. What canon was the first to announce regimentation before us? Mind the step on the way down!
Yes, I dare say you are right, Father. I believe you; I believe you.
I believe it is easier when they have ice water and even a lemon.
Each one can sit at table with his own lemon, and mind his own conscience.

5
Can we agree that the part about the lemon is regular?
In any case, it is better to have sheep than peacocks, and cows rather than a chained leopard says Modest, in one of his proverbs.
The monastery, being owner of a communal rowboat, is the antechamber of heaven.
Surely that ought to be enough.

6
Each one can have some rain after Vespers on a hot afternoon, but ne quid nimis, or the purpose of the Order will be forgotten.
We shall send you hyacinths and a sweet millennium.
Everything the monastery provides is very pleasant to see and to sell for nothing.
What is baked smells fine. There is a sign of God on every leaf that nobody sees in the garden. The fruit trees are there on purpose, even when no one is looking. Just put the apples in the basket.
In Kentucky there is also room for a little cheese.
Each one shall fold his own napkin, and neglect the others.

7
Rain is always very silent in the night, under such gentle cathedrals.
Yes, I have taken care of the lamp, Miserere.
Have you a patron saint, and an angel?
Thank you. Even though the nights are never dangerous, I have one of everything.

 

At sunrise I ponder what more can there be for it all was and what will be is already....i sit today in thanksfullness and all else dissolves quickly with all that happened on the cross and I am left with just thanksfullness and a heart filled of god. My prayer are may it always be so... for all mankind and centerueed beings.... amen

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