Prayer

My eyes look out a child and I see not how my face would look in a mirror silence after storms of a dry days curtain falls to night kidsfed honeless fed drywall and wood lumber and paint tenants fears markets small victories and the body circles the resevoir listening to rilke I feel tears as I expand into the no thought and I grab onto the most immediate emotion that carries message i can share "depth" and im drawn away. Further ahead lies another consciousness tommorow another day substain me - as i praise you and i sing a new mantra i know all things work together for your good. i bow my head : humble servant - grace holds me now Lord I am not worthy that I should come over your roof, say the word and my soul shall be healed. (mtw)

Rilke on solitude

Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away... and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast.... be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.... and don't expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.

Greek Easter morning

‎Morning comes and I reflect myself with pen and ink aside a sprawling lawn green as the mointain pasture spead out infront of the bay window I look through Senses are large as I expand, to hear the water, the birds, the wind I speak inside in scripture and I know inetaly my fingers typing know only where my depths have traveled . Silence is my greatest teacher- Scripture is my foundation where I point thru And love It's presence, it's intention, it's abundance Is is love I say or is it god, who we can hold but in a breathe of praise and in a cry thru christs passion Amen Kmg2020

Easter

I breathe deep and close my eyes Time must pass for the thought I wake With to release themselves I breathe deep and close my eyes The candle flickers and the breathe now Comes from my heart and the sounds my voice makes are message I want to hear myself I breathe deep and pray for those this morning that suffer breathe and Emotion creates itself. It need to be present As I cry the words Christ in me I breathe deep and feed the breathe of Christ in me as I ask to be blinded to only what I can see this day Be this moment Be the love I was born to be and bring and leave behind. Amen Kmg2020 Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.

Easter morning

And is it prophecy  That sits us in a time where no future Can be planned. Not in this moment Where presence  is all that the body can Isolate itself into and the mind  Trapped or free ? Free in this moment to be or not be the motion of life the light not hidden under a lampshade but shining in the small corner of the world we are now assigned to. Each moment you can choose ro practice the presence of God or the presence of problems Trapped or free?  In fear or faith Without judgment ‎ easter morning Arises and ‎my heart arises with it This morning Each morning Singing a new song risen Amen Kmg2020 Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.