I'm grateful to have a heart filled with giving I cry a tear of joy that waters the seeds of wholeheartedness planted today in my soul‎ and I praise god- amen:) 

Whatever thy will brings to me in this day- what ever words spea through me, I pray to be open to receive then. I pray my actions praise christ in his glory for the sins of the world have been cleansed and I pray- each day to remember- and to be received, to be blesse to join the tabl of the lamb to love
Thy neighbor
As thyself

Amen

Intimacy.....so hard to identify when our identities are so deep rooted in the world. Rejected Loved Who we are named Who we call ourselves ‎ Intimacy a sort of love that gets lost in ‎the sex- feeling being in the heart of love is intimacy and angels rejoice in the music it plays. 

Odd how we attach love to the rituals of marriage tean years go by ---in an awakened state would one be controlled less by lust and more by depth...

If not any scale be altered I pray for the gifts -let them come into my life as the key to abundance of love living heaven on earth

 in the sharing 

for alone

 I sit with god

whispers of eternity -

Practical Spiritual Life

Nourish Your Heart & Spirit, Body & Mind

God! God! God! by Paramhansa Yogananda

October 30, 2013 by Nayaswami Kamala Leave a Comment

Paramhansa Yogananda said that this beautiful poem was given to him by St. Francis of Assisi in a vision.

From the depths of slumber,
As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness,
I will whisper:
God! God! God!

Thou art the food, and when I break my fast
Of nightly separation from Thee,
I will taste Thee, and mentally say,
God! God! God!

No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind
Will ever keep turning on Thee;
And in the battle din of activity, my silent war-cry will be:
God! God! God!

When boisterous storms of trials shriek,
And when worries howl at me,
I will drown their noises by loudly chanting
God! God! God!

When my mind weaves dreams
With threads of memories,
On that magic cloth will I emboss:
God! God! God!

Every night, in time of deepest sleep,
My peace dreams and calls, Joy! Joy! Joy!
And my joy comes singing evermore:
God! God! God!

In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping,
Serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving,
My soul will constantly hum, unheard by any:
God! God! God

Put put goes the golf cart and it's just so nice

The sun makes its appearances through he thick southern brush and monks chant in my ears. 

On a certainb type of automatic drive

The way drives itself and I think of beauty

I think of my own and how smart enough or enlightened enough or just enough with themselves to see beauty is the light and open space that shines through the spirit becomes the soul of a direction of life....beauiful to be around, becomes more than the scale beauty is weighed in on. How heavy must be weights yet unlifted.

And in lightness, comes freedom. Prayer, I lift myself up to u, my lord, thy will be done- pray only for ur knowledge working thru, may I touch who u sent me and love who you love, in Christ's name I pray

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sleep my children

When They Sleep

By Rolf Jacobsen
(1907 - 1994)

English version by Robert Hedin

All people are children when they sleep.
there's no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden bees
would drift in.
-- God, teach me the language of sleep.