the silence
it can be full with the listening
  instead i reach for a thought
      which is backwards
it will take me backwards and lead me down a road i have been before
which has arrived
and brought me here

the tasks
i choose to perform
 bring
me to the simple
wash the clothes
in a bucket
hang the clothes on the line
wind and clothespins speak of a more simple
time

waves crash and sunset is far away in the distance

kmg2019

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The silence here finds in me a most sincere place - there is no where to go I am with me and within me is all that sings with the birds 🦅 all that my breathe can muster to join the wind - already blinded within that blinding is christ dunbuat before me. I have knelt - cried - prayed for those I s as m confirming in sickness - my baked body wrapped in a S o r a n g as I kick puddles and to roam under god - 

Kmg2019

Shift

I connect most with these words when I release the "ego"mind

Whose values are A lie

And I hear tdjakes " the devil is a liar"

At some point, we need to stop identifying with our weaknesses and shift our allegiance to our basic goodness. It’s highly beneficial to understand that our limitations are not absolute and monolithic, but relative and removable. The wisdom of buddha nature is available to us at any time.

Pema  

 

Birthday

Prayer this birthday morning

Is in the cry

For to release fear of the unknown

For this moment which is full enough

Of all life 

Can I just open a door

And slide my back against a wall

And watch a sleeping angel

And fill myself up with all the love the world has already blessed me with.

And the cry is a cry for peace

Amen and amen and amen

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Robert frost in honor of astrid

Acquainted with the Night

BY ROBERT FROST

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain--and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Arrival

Travel day can be anything u want it to be- isn't it part of the adventure- plane on time plane delayed- is there really a difference when the arrical spans 20 nights- aren't we always arriving --- to the moment-

And the moments here are beautiful- gordon says time slows- I think he refers to it differently when he hears it then the gift of the words coming thru him.

I am present and I am caught- I love my children too much to not he egged in when their complaints arise of no electricity and no ac and yet they expect more then they are grateful for and isn't that my balance to offer not correct.

Peace is on this cove inthe dominican   republic and I pray that peace will and is residing in me.

Amen

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Happiness

THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS

by Burleigh

I followed happiness to make her mine, 

Past towering oak and swinging ivy vine. 

She fled, I chased, over slanting hill and dale, 

Over fields and meadows, in the purpling vale

Pursing rapidly over dashing stream, 

I scaled the dizzy cliffs where eagles scream; 

I traversed swiftly every land and sea, 

But always happiness eluded me. 

Exhausted, fainting, I pursued no more, 

But sank to rest upon the barren shore. 

One came and asked for food, and one for alms; 

I placed the bread and gold in bony palms; 

One came for sympathy, and one for rest; 

I shared with every needy one my best; 

When, lo! Sweet Happiness, with form divine, 

Stood by me, whispering softly, "I am thine."

KMG

How can one be measured or measure anything by the passing thoughts of this is good and this is not good.

Just last week at thanksgiving joy came thru as I felt in great closeness and love with all six of my sprawling-‎ just today two forthcomingly shunt me down- with words  that are like daggers yet remain someone unreal...

From a room with a view I live my day- ontop the mountains windows watch the snow and silence brings me within.

A candle and light that breaks thru the cloud pulls a chair with my hand to settle and time passes longer than the names I have to fill it with my prayers- as I'm torn away- 

In a knowing

That it's god who cares for me-

God who loves me

And God who brings all into my life

As I watch all my prayers unfolded in

A wil of time not my own.

I release and release all of what is deals towards me and give back only love-

Amen

Today

“Do not be deceived: God can not be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.” 

Galatians 6:7. - and it’s my giving and suffering heart ❤️ god sees in spirit - always I am close to a tear of love and pain - loneliness and fullness - abased and abound - KMG  

Thanksgiving 2019

The Lord is my light and my salvation whom shall I fear, means it is by Christ Jesus alone that God has brought me out of darkness and into His marvelous light that same light that leads and guides me by His grace

I look around this table. King kellermans- dickey macarthur- family- Desi and kyle- their. gift of callum- my gift of david - the blessing of my children and who they will be in this world- frank their second dad- matthew their super dad My brother- tanyas journey-- heck jeffs fire - lauras grace - me- ‎and here we are. 

Where there is suffering- we are here together- and where there is love - we are here together too

So let's raise our glasses- ‎as I read psalm 27 in grateful

“(A Psalm of David.) The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” 

Happy thanksgiving

King James Version (KJV)

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And I left my kibbutz in song- of the familiar of the journey of the moment- a dance of limber and stride....

Blind fast pace to the church already a quickly familiar route‎

And I arrive at the stone, I humble and weep I weep my own tears of salvation 

And the day has completely altered- 

I side my back and sit against the wall of the church- the sun blinding my sight- hundreds of people's coming and going- 

Jerusalem-

Old city‎

‎Kmg2019

The grand silence-

Is filled with waves crashing and rolling in and gathering height and distance and they spread out to reach forward

The grand silence - is opened by the light that emcompasses the rise of this fresh new day and it is 

The grand silence that has a texture of the fog and the haze and the illusion of this morning this moment.... time

I am not just arriving and I am not just departing I am already here

The grand silence is broken when I write those words and my body feels them and cries YES into the wind

I'm left with a whimper of grateful that I can know such love

Thank you dear lord how you craddle me all my life on my knees as a child in my room and here eyes closed in the

Grand silence

And the client thanks me for doing gods work and blesses me for what she has felt and been offered

It's not me- I want to scream jesus but I counselor her with the word of God and know not where she sits or holds any more than that- what religion she practices- she is in grief- that's the religion they all include.

So my heart clenches in emotion to receive that I must be in spirit for there is where the healing is offered- I am a healer when I reach into spirit who is a healer in me.

And I can just sit a low - solitary - ‎not in the world- so I don't know how to speak common- my books be but holy and my thoughts are only on the lord and his bounty my eyes only see

And ill have something to offer...

Amen

Peace swings the hammock and times hand spins as days flow thru the wind of this grand silence ‎- I watch as I attempt a break

Speakerphone pings out a number and ‎

I'm out of battery from all myconversations full of movement and grand gestures of words---

And I'm serving 26 for thanksgiving and I think NOTHING of it al all. I can chart and pack and plan and cook and order and service 26 with ease- 

It's the prayer and toast that will cause me some contemplation.

A good man's steps are ordered by the lord and may he delight is the love I step ever into thru and towards.

Amen

“I will bless the LORD at all times; His praise will always be on my lips.” 
Psalm 34:1

Prayer
  Holy Triune God, it’s not easy to bless and praise Your name at all times, but that is what You want from us.  You don’t just want our church attendance, our Bible studies, our tithe, and our good works…You want our worship and You want it at all times.  Lord, let everything that we do be a time of worship of You. 
Amen 

 I remove my shoes and begin to walk on the ground- dirt- wood- wild- I have water in my ear- behind me waves crash in soft thunder, the fountain continues to water the pound ‎

I  walk forward into the green lush trees veiled in the rising light of the day and the mist of morning ‎

Here is the prayer- the prayer of presence- the prayer of praise fully breathing the full body of love received. ‎

Amen

The majesty of light covers this garden of eden and gods veil opens over the earth- be in the light this day 

Amen

Our humanity seeks the grandess of life- 

Our humility seeks the grandness of grateful in whatever is infront of us...

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Purcell drives and shares a life story of pain and betrayal- casually I offer prayer and ‎the testomony continues. All of his story is his I reflect his words so it is heard- the story is said and there it is... now we get some pineapple  for my cottage...  

Be a prescense for good with all who god places around you- we are all his children- and the heavens fight the darkwords with our joined hearts living in the prescense of goodness.

Amen

Kmg02019

It's a grand knowing my Abba has a hedge around me- my safety and care- fall into place and instead of invaders I welcome locals to my home and we share coffee and pictures of children and we sit in quiet and appreciate there is no time and we are the same with a different face- it's moved out of pocket of practice to chaplian in my world- it's just who I am that includes me in it -- 

The extremes invite me to life

They remind me im human and divine

I see only the blessings everything else falls away

A full threatre of nature offers itself and the opera of voices sings in my head 

I must transform to spirit to be in all things- "Jesus and the Samaritan Woman … 23 But a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and in truth, for the Father is seeking such as these to worship Him"

And there is no hot water and I choose to sleep on a makeshift bed on a deck infront of the sea under the stars

I kettle the water for my morning oats and I realize comfort is only inside of me

12 I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.

13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.

(phil.4 kjv)

Lord I humble now before you and like david in the wilderness 

The voices quite and the new song arises...

(psalm 18)  I love you lord, I am here-

You are my strength  my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; the horn of my salvation "

Amen

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I expand my thinking into openness to let the words form themselves through me and I'm astonished at how right the gifts speaking feel in my whole self.

And its a blip of presence ahead of me-

Grateful these lips part to include kindness and a smile

I look into the rear view mirror but all I see is myself and I travel into the light of the fall leaves singing the songs of worship.

Kmg2019‎

Rilke

Everything is gestation and then bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist’s life, in understanding and in creating. There is no measuring in time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer.

Rainer M. Rilke

If I try to know

It's only known what my brain can tell me

It's only the colors I have already seen

Soom atrractive and some not so...‎

I can't change what isn't attractive nor do I want to.  I can just move away from it and look for the beauty that makes my heart sing and my soul drawn

And what if around is just here

This moment

Exactly the way it should be

Self sacrifice is also for soul for surely ones soul expands in more than just the good o bad of an expression 

And when here patience asked of me to receive what is not yet mine to know. 

Surely the depth of pain my well has dug in my lifetime equally is graced in balance to the love and joy and fullness of knowing Christ in my heart.  Even for the smallest eternity of time.

Coupled with the practice of faith and the thirst for a water more everlasting then the passing of time- 

Amen kmg2019

Can one truly travel through grateful- is it an awareness that enters us and therefore just is ---it is not an activity.

Do the lens" beyond that of the thinking mind - offer the  moment  and not take from it. Actvity  is so greedy in experience. 

This moment includes love and loss , pain and sorrow and bliss of joy and praise and thanksgiving for health and hard work of resources to generate gifts and gifts to be received in the smallest  whispers of time‎ graced in grasping breathe and abundance.-kmg 

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Solutide is a form of awareness. It's a way of being present and perceptive within all of life. It's the sense within ordinary life, that life is precious, sacred, enough (quoted from Ronald rolheiser "prayer our deepest longing" works 2013 library of congress‎

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Grace

I don't think to ponder it arises in me in a wind of peace

Grace to be completely with myself and feel in god in peace in love in breathi- swallowed in the peace of existence- 

Grace‎

Kmg

It’s always earth day

In Praise of the Earth

By John O'Donohue

(1956 - 2008)

 

Let us bless

The imagination of the Earth,

That knew early the patience

To harness the mind of time,

Waited for the seas to warm,

Ready to welcome the emergence

Of things dreaming of voyaging

Among the stillness of land.

And how light knew to nurse

The growth until the face of the Earth

Brightened beneath a vision of color.

When the ages of ice came

And sealed the Earth inside

An endless coma of cold,

The heart of the Earth held hope,

Storing fragments of memory,

Ready for the return of the sun.

Let us thank the Earth

That offers ground for home

And holds our feet firm

To walk in space open

To infinite galaxies.

Let us salute the silence

And certainty of mountains:

Their sublime stillness,

Their dream-filled hearts.

The wonder of a garden

Trusting the first warmth of spring

Until its black infinity of cells

Becomes charged with dream;

Then the silent, slow nurture

Of the seed's self, coaxing it

To trust the act of death.

The humility of the Earth

That transfigures all

That has fallen

Of outlived growth.

The kindness of the Earth,

Opening to receive

Our worn forms

Into the final stillness.

Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth

For all our sins against her:

For our violence and poisonings

Of her beauty.

Let us remember within us

The ancient clay,

Holding the memory of seasons,

The passion of the wind,

The fluency of water,

The warmth of fire,

The quiver-touch of the sun

And shadowed sureness of the moon.

That we may awaken,

To live to the full

The dream of the Earth

Who chose us to emerge

And incarnate its hidden night

In mind, spirit, and light.

Sunrises now are saved, snapshooted into my being to draw from as I prepare to depart sea island summers and Don't want to... how hard to leave the soft light and quiet sounds of life in this way to the hustle and bustle of life it's nyc way but lord knows ill be here- biking to the east river- travelling to the mountain top and closing my eyes hand in hand with another- ill be here... amen

Engagement

Engagement with the world's problems with our problems  is therefore not to be understood as a distraction from our personal spiritual practice but as essential to our own transformation. 

It's is the hard decisions and the sacrifices we‎ make that bring us to the lord

For before god how menial to pitty my‎ sufferings and praise the smallest of birds that sings seaside here in this resort I have been planted

What has changed- here I am to worship here I am to bow down here I am to say that ur my god.

And there is loss and there is joy and there is loniless and their is pain... and there are also moments of extreme bliss and deep deep inner peace.... as they are moments when tears fall pumped by hearts joy and blinded by earth in my bubble of heaven on it...

Pray for me as I open my mouth to speak only what I know. Pray for me all I can not know. Pray for me heavenly thoughts- pray to connect my spirit to the spirit of god- the warrior for christs redemtion the handmaid for the children and the love for those on the side of the road- pray thru me compassion and foegiveness‎ even if it be thru forgetfulness a most valiant  tool...

Amen‎

Sufi poem beginning

Spring and all its flowers

By Hafiz

(1320 - 1389)

English version by Homayun Taba & Marguerite Theophil

  

Spring and all its flowers

          now joyously break their vow of silence.

It is time for celebration, not for lying low;

You too -- weed out those roots of sadness from your heart.

From the privacy of the harem, the virgin bud slips out,

          revealing herself under the morning star,

branding your heart and your faith

          with beauty.

Shakespeare

Our wills and fates do so contrary run 

That our devices still are overthrown,

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. 

William Shakespeare 

From my son--
Dear Lord, today I turn to you to give you thanks for my mother. With your own gift of life, she bore me in her womb and gave me life. She tenderly, patiently cared for me and taught me to walk and talk. She read to me and made me laugh. No one delighted in my successes more; no one could comfort me better in my failures. I am so grateful for how she mothered me and mentored me, and even disciplined me. Please bless her, Lord, and comfort her. Help her loving heart to continue to love and give of herself to others. Strengthen her when she is down and give her hope when she is discouraged. Most of all, Lord, on this Mother’s Day, give my mother the graces she most needs and desires today. I ask you this, in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior forever and ever.

World

As we begin to wake up and realize that we are not separate from each other, nor from this wondrous earth, we realize that the ways we live together and relate to the earth need to be reconstructed too. That means not only social engagement as individuals helping other individuals, but finding ways to address the problematic economic and political structures that are deeply implicated in the eco-crisis and the social justice issues that confront us today. This reclaims the goal of enlightenment from an exclusively individualistic model. Engagement in the world is how our personal awakening blossoms, and contemplative practices such as meditation ground our activism, transforming it into a spiritual path

Worship

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of God or spiritual-type thing to worship . . . is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things—if they are where you tap real meaning in life—then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. . . . Worship power—you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart—you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. And so on.

David Foster Wallace

Poem

The Right Thing

By Theodore Roethke

(1908 - 1963)

Let others probe the mystery if they can.

Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will --

The right thing happens to the happy man.

The bird flies out, the bird flies back again:

The hill becomes the valley, and is still;

Let others delve that mystery if they can.

God bless the roots! -- Body and soul are one!

The small become the great, the great the small;

The right thing happens to the happy man.

Child of the dark, he can out leap the sun,

His being single, and that being all;

The right thing happens to the happy man.

Or he sits still, a solid figure when

The self-destructive shake the common wall;

Takes to himself what mystery he can.

And, praising change as the slow night comes on,

Wills what he would, surrendering his will

Till mystery is no more: No more he can.

The right thing happens to the happy man.

The tale begins with verse. As its what I feed myself and I have to drawn from... like an arrow on a wiggie board weaves the gospel of john... in the beginning.... was the word and the word was with god and john was created to bear witness to the light... to the son of god who was created so that we can have life. So beyond Adam and eve god created again man- thru woman- to have us all bear witness on what we can be. What is the same in us as in christ- and if we accept him we accept god in him and become like him as example as we are in him as god is in him.... it's all a mix of scripture but it is my message and I cry into grateful, a weep of my heart in thanks for the blessing of knowledge... and I think with a chuckle to Moses and Solomon when they prayed for knowledge in their blessing... for Moses it was his spitir that was sent on the edlers. .... and for solomom blessed because that's all he wanted... I want for nothing more than the small moments of weeping in the sunrise humble and open to this light and love...

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders sings a song that brings forth verse..." if it what comes out of a man that defiles a man, " and I think what are words... was it words that had Peter walking on the water" song again "

Let me walk upon the waters, where ever you would call me, take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, and my faith will be stronger... oh spirit lead me where my trust is without borders....

Amen

It feels of recent the days have me here or there
The names and places seem large and exotic
And I am the same
Put me here or there and still I am infront of the sunrise. Take me to greece to british islands in forgin gorda seas... send me to hanover or hamptons and there is still ending a day with the sunset.

And all I want to hear is music.played in the love I share, where I idle in the word and lived in my childish excitment to play... be in play... play in putting others infront of my in my thoughts and pray on kindness of the moment coming thru me which I can always point to as god

And god is so fun to play in,so I listen and listen to the endless word and just when I'm not knowing, just when I am in a capsule of no time sense- there is the peace--- there is the whisper and together they remind me I am love---

And what a wonderful remind - lord remind me always cause it's in your grace that I am blessedin faith to know always new there is something I need reminding of.... amen

And the prayer is no prayer as I bow my head humble servant grateful for the movement of the wind coddling me my mother of nature and astonished by the growing waves that crash infront of me powerful father of the seas and my breathe that gasps as my soul is faith --- let me lay hands and heal- let my eyes reflect your love on earth as it is in heaven,,, let the healing me unveiled faith from within another as I pray for it within myself. Let me bring into my consciousness only you and another to join in your grace... amen

And the prayer is no prayer as I bow my head humble servant grateful for the movement of the wind coddling me my mother of nature and astonished by the growing waves that crash infront of me powerful father of the seas and my breathe that gasps as my soul is faith --- let me lay hands and heal- let my eyes reflect your love on earth as it is in heaven,,, let the healing me unveiled faith from within another as I pray for it within myself. Let me bring into my consciousness only you and another to join in your grace... amen

I have never seen so many rainbows as I have seen and walked through this year. Father thank you grasps me as I am that child so loved by such beauty bestowed infront of me- in color- the curve of my hope the radiance of my faith- everlasting and everlasting--- amen

Prose

What is the subject--- a twinkle in the mists of the sea- the shining of the sun on me and out between the clouds infront of me-but as I turn around towards the house I can also feel the light from each bedroom where my children sleep here in the caribbean on spring break- and my belly weeps in grateful-

And I share rilke

""Right in the difficult we must have our joys, our happiness, our dreams: there against the depth of this background, they stand out, there for the first time we see how beautiful they are." ― Rainer Maria Rilke"

Spiritually I have become a reflection- my work deepens to include more- my darkness I can sit in as well so it's a comfortable place to share with another- I love every one so much it hurts when I want to fill the human love of me---and I live less in this world but offer something so prenouned- that my aging becomes‎ an allowance - my memory is now forgiving and I need it not for this moment to receive anything worth creating a new platform for. ...I have a deep new understanding that god is my mother and father... and how a new memory forms from being that child in my bedroom on my knees and as I prayed to be blind cause I wanted a blind dog-- he loved me enought o not answer that prayer so I accept the cup of this day and drink deep with all that it includes and there is a peace... alone in myself that sits for hours- and the days pass peacefully

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X0X0X

K

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Einstein

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift, and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a world that honors the servant, but has forgotten the gift. 

Einstein 

Ponder

Religious founders so often experience their spiritual transformation by leaving human society and going into the wilderness. Following his baptism, Jesus went into the desert where he fasted for forty days and nights alone. Muhammad’s revelations occurred when he retreated into a cave, where he was visited by the archangel Gabriel. Perhaps the best example, however, is Gautama Buddha himself. After he left home, he lived in the forest, meditated in nature, and awakened under a tree next to a river. When Mara questioned his enlightenment, the Buddha didn’t say anything but simply touched the earth as witness to his realization. Afterward he mostly lived and taught in the natural world -- and he also died outdoors, beneath trees.

The importanceof meditating in nature is often undervalued because its implications are overlooked.

As we begin to wake up and realize that we are not separate from each other, nor from this wondrous earth, we realize that the ways we live together and relate to the earth need to be reconstructed too. That means not only social engagement as individuals helping other individuals, but finding ways to address social justice issues that confront us today. Ultimately the paths of personal transformation and social transformation are not really separate from each other. Engagement in the world is how our individual awakening blossoms, and how contemplative practices such as meditation ground our activism, transforming it into a spiritual path.

My wants. Even after I write it I know that they will for Nevis greater than anything I can want

Someone who has large hands

Who can cup them and offer them to me

To drink from

Someone who can receive in those hands the gift of trust and still have room for my vunerability and openness 

Someone who honors that I run an empire and as much and equal as I can do I need time to sit in my heart to pray and to be a child of god.( my Mary snd martha within )

And see that I am a child, a mother, a sister, a grandmother, a friend and a lover all shared with this world and honor that sharing 

I want someone to recognize this quality as my unconditional sharing in that joy to those god brings to me... too see I am notof this world because I choose not to be in Jesus name. And I want someone to love and honor 

the world that I live in....

Kmg

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KMG

Those desiring speedily to be

A refuge for themselves and others,

Should make the interchange of “I” and “other,”

And thus embrace a sacred mystery. 

All the joy the world contains

Has come through wishing happiness for others,

All the misery the world contains

Has come through wanting pleasure for oneself. 

May I be the doctor and the medicine

And may I be the nurse

For all the sick beings in the world

Until everyone is healed. 

Shantideva

Love How is it I can love YouBy Symeon the New Theologian How is it I can love You within me, yet see You from afar?How is it I embrace You within myself, yet see You spread across the heavens?You know. You alone. You, who made this mystery, You who shinelike the sun in my breast, You who shine in my material heart, immaterially.

Under the burden

             of solitude,

under the burden

             of dissatisfaction 

             the weight

the weight we carry

              is love. 

Allen Ginsberg

All kinds of love

By Abu-Said Abil-Kheir

Love came and emptied me of self,

every vein and every pore,

made into a container to be filled by the Beloved.

Of me, only a name is left,

the rest is You my Friend, my Beloved

Let it go

“It is very difficult to weaken the hold of the mind that takes things to be real.”

 

Gyalwang Karmapa

A perspective in science

Current neuroscience confirms that 90-95% of decisions are emotional, not left brain logical. The conscious logical mind can only process 3-4 pieces of new information at a time. Decisions are made by using our subconscious mind filled with a lifetime of experiences, memories, emotions, beliefs, successes, and failures.

It’s no surprise that we get get stuck in old stories, negative emotional memories, and repeating patterns of behavior.  

Awareness faith growth renewal desire and love of self to be a better gift to others 

And so why shouldn't it also be when your in a trial ‎ that the answers are in the messages your heart can hear at the moment that your eyes can't see clouded over by the thoughts the devil of turmoil wants you to think. These thoughts are just Rollercoaster starting always and taking u always back to the boarding point.

And beyond he messages is the unknown. Ah even the beaten child will cry for his mother as its the pain he knows.

Lord give me more faith. That's what the disciples.  cried ‎

Give me the ears to hear all your messages, let it go, is now coming to me so strongly I feel u reachin down and slapping it across my face and I weep to be so loved by my father, 

‎And now the silence no words can articulate...

Amen‎

The beach chair is slid just into the water so my toes can dandle as waves slowly keep arriving... the silence within has unfolded new sounds which are enough to listen to. Surely the eyes accompaniment to the beauty the sky has laid forth...

Kmg 2019

romans

“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts

through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.” 

Romans 5:12-5

Here the sound wind of crsshing waves in all directions

I feel the bonet of a braid the lovely women wove in my hair and a purple flower falls

On the moist dirt of the mountainside

Here there is breathe and the setting of a world lived in the spaces of the son, how vast and bright they were for me today as the sea sparkled angels I danced with.

And this is love.....

Happy valentine's day

Amen

Matthew 13 the sower

d" ‘ "You will indeed hear but never understand,

and you will indeed see but never perceive."

 15 For this people’s heart has grown dull,

and with their ears ethey can barely hear,

and ftheir eyes they have closed,

lest they should see with their eyes

and hear with their ears

and understand with their heart

and turn, and I would heal them.’

This body could be anywhere

And I close my eyes and I am all things

Daughter mother grandmother child

Place me here or there and always I end up in front of the sunrise and always my eyes want to hear my hearts knowledge...

Kmg2019

Rilke

My favorite poet reminds me I am younger than an adolescent still not proficient in patience.  And yet this causes me to praise emotion and have " pain I am grateful for" kmg preface to Rilke ----/

Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!

Rainer Maria Rilke

Lord

Thank you for all you have given me 

For all the answered prayers which has

Taken the seeds you have sown and made abundance come forth which I send out to this world... thank you for the abundance of love you bring into my life andi will keep the cup overflowing with all the gifts of love I have now today....

And lord thank you for eyes that can see and are no longer blinded to what is not love, but a place of complacency ‎ - my faith knows there is more in you, I am here.. show me the way...

Amen

Kmg2019

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Lord

Thank you for shining love into my life

For bringing me to those children you love to help and heal. I know when my heart cracks it cracks to a deeper heart and you know only each of your children's journies...I ask not the cup you have given me be not drunk for I know in my pain yours is the only elixir that will move me forward, shine my star brighten and bringeth me to a nother path as your servant, that will honor love and expand it in your heaven on earth‎

Amen

Kmg 2019

Christ’s kneostic Love In RUMI poem

Love is reckless; not reason. 

Reason seeks a profit. 

Love comes on strong, 

consuming herself, unabashed. 

Yet, in the midst of suffering, 

Love proceeds like a millstone, 

hard surfaced and straightforward. 

Having died of self-interest, 

she risks everything and asks for nothing. 

Love gambles away every gift God bestows. 

Without cause God gave us Being; 

without cause, give it back again.

by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Bvi

The wind flies the birds and the

Sea carries the fish 

Motion and movement twinkle their directions and they have all the directions

Laughter, clanging of the sails are just a hunt of the sounds that fill the marina -

Hidden aside unwalked green mountains and well chartered paths

Vacation or a way of life always unfolding infront of me, I am the same and time lives in me

Kmg 2019

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Rilke

"And if there is one more thing that I must say to you, it is this: Don’t think that the person who is trying to comfort you now lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes give you much pleasure. His life has much trouble and sadness, and remains far behind yours. If it were otherwise, he would never have been able to find those words.

Let they will be done

And jesus said let it by thy will.

So I sing this is ur path

It's full of bounty

It's full of glory

Your will be done

And who may I be

To question or not march onward

As I can not know the role you needed me

Ur servant to play and what it has moved inme to prepare me - soilder in ur army of love...

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Small selves

We are imprisoned in our small selves, thinking only of having some comfortable conditions for this small self, while we destroy our large self. If we want to change the situation, we must begin by being our true selves. To be our true selves means we have to be the forest, the river, the ozone layer. 

Thich Nhat Hanh 

Praying 

It doesn’t have to be

the blue iris, it could be

weeds in a vacant lot, or a few

small stones; just

pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try 

to make them elaborate, this isn’t 

a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which 

another voice may speak. 

Mary Oliver 

I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority. 

EB White