rilke

"When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused."

rilke

Sunset

Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.

leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

By Elizabeth Reninger
(1963 - )

at this time
when the light is not yet
useful, merely
beautiful

when a bright
honey pours
nectar over a curved
horizon, into a nameless

chalice, and your vision
wakes also, as if
to meet it, touching
everything

when for an endless
moment all
colors are
this

color a shimmering
fabric an infinite
wisdom this

body
of pure love, so suddenly

your own. . 

Empty is the bed

That's full of her giving

Full of her giving - 

While desire never sleeps

A new translation

Rises with the sun

Sunrise sings a song

In the wind-

Open arms she  stands and fly towards

Forward

‎

The crescendo

Over and over 

the crashin waves

Plays  on the sand

 a thousand notes

‎

 Dark dark sky‎ 

She

‎

Blinks to the moment 

And

‎

 light has arrived‎

‎

Unveiling a new beach

A today

A tommorow

When wil l the moon

 fade away.....never

It's part of the firmament of the sky

And stays always in praise---

“Do not do anything.  Just straighten your temperament a little. Make your mind realize that devotion and faith are with you, and that faith and devotion for the Divine has great strength.  Your belief has a very long reach.”

rilke

he Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

mystery school is in session

Timeless is the chanting- seeking- looking-pointing- a remembrance one can't hear enough, the song of the dance of the community of satsang holding space for enough of the ego to shrink ever so slightly for prayer to be lifted up, reflected,

Timeless, wisdom is in the changing, 

Stand no where

Be everywhere

Love- touches and transends all

With love I join ur mystery school session

As I soar, I am that bird

Soaring over the temple

That angel

That cloud 

That sunrise

-kmg2016