india- metz

We are creatures whose being is sheltered and protected only insofar as we open ourselves up to the intangible, greater realities. We are at peace in the open, unconquered precincts of mystery. 

The unending nature of our poverty as human beings is our only innate treasure. 

We are unlimited indigence since our very self-possession, the integrity and lucidity of our coming-to-Being, spring not from ourselves but from the intangible mystery of God.

Here in india- this Is all in the dance of giving

There is a settling into this space

That always brings tears

When I am not in fun and sightseeing, when I have but a second of down time, I am in silence inside always thirsting god, prayer, chant, a look to the sunrise- life lived between these two states and I wonder if I will ever have anyone who can just sit next to me, in the middle.

I wonder if the tears are grace and that is a singluar place in communion with some force that is connecting to just everything that it can not be pinned or pointed so 'singularly"

Love makes my lip quiver as I cry into the sunrise!"

India

Is a sensory experience- endless movement

That you can loose yourself in

Swarms of motion and looking and gathering into 

It's no wonder temples were able to whisper meditation, I just wonder at the inward life  where -whose  words--deeper meanings find connection---

Devi prayer and coffee with my travel equal and coffee mate in a courtyard...

Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone.

‎In my world I am silenced into a listening that I feel gimpses into, that span time....

I remember the paradox stories and think of St John of the cross' ladder, humility up and god down, or st Paul to the ethesions, he can be ebased or abound, or the dark forces that just create stories so heavy you can't climb or worse yet nothing can desend in.....

I am on the path of emptying to be filled

Thy will and no preference hand in hand

Keep me more in the moment every day

While weeks slip by

Heaven on earth could just be living this way-

Lord show me the way

I can not know

Thy will be done

That's the pray!!!

Amen!!!!

KAREN!!! .....yes- im all that

india

I wake early- 

Sunrise - I think to tut tut to the Singh temple for sunrise- 

Sahri blowing in the wind, wraps me 

Covers me, the thickness of india

Sweat

Spice

Smiles

Eye contact is abundant as is traditions.....

How there always seems to be a uniform lobby man, ready to slip into the elevator when, I, a blond American woman, or just woman, ends up in an elevator with a man.....

I forgot how accepting people are of the money you offer them, reminds you to put the scale off the table and just value eachother

And I do so.....

Grateful to be here with my children

And I am excited to release them to my children

Of the world....

Namaste-

-karen

prose

Faith is the willingness to open to what arises in experience. Belief is the disposition to make what arises in experience conform to certain ideas or positions. The one opens. The other closes.

Evening

Breathe


expansion comes in the morning
silence takes over the night
there is no story that is worth listening to
that isnt told in an embrace
there is no word worth holding on to
that isnt spoken softly , a whisper, a yearning
what can be said that can explain away a feeling
be loved
love
breathe

-kmg2015