Remember to Remember Who We are.
I am remembering that I see through one I.
It comes in spurts
comes in breaths
This I who I am.
I see through the face of the other.
In the quiet
I am the stars
I am the whisper of the wind in the dark.
I am the spray of the sea.
I lapse into nothingness.
- I am -
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Healing the Wound of Forgetting
to quell the anger
to put aside the frustration,
the judgment and inferiority of
another
but then to see people in community
smiling, laughing, clapping, praying, adoring,
communing with one another
with their eyes, voice and touch
and then
to be one with them in the sharing of a meal
- that's healing the wound of forgetting.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
I Am
Now - Yesterday as a matter of fact
I had an aha moment.
I existed before time.
How, I don't know.
I always thought I was born in time.
but
I, Doris, was born in time.
Before being born -
I always knew I was a thought in God's mind
As Doris I realize -
The I always was.
I am not my thoughts.
I am not my feelings.
I am not my emotions.
I look out of these eyes and I see.
I am the silent I within.
I am the see-er.
I am the witness.
When I go into the quiet
I look out of this face.
Now -
When I go into the quiet
I can become the sky.
When I go into the quiet
I am the stars.
When I go into the quiet
I am the I am.
Now -
I can do this in spurts
I can do this in glimpses.
I can do this in breaths.
It sort of stuns me.
That it actually happens
and Now it creates a lot more questions in my life.
Anyway I am sharing my aha moment.
seeeeee ya
dorisssss
I had an aha moment.
I existed before time.
How, I don't know.
I always thought I was born in time.
but
I, Doris, was born in time.
Before being born -
I always knew I was a thought in God's mind
As Doris I realize -
The I always was.
I am not my thoughts.
I am not my feelings.
I am not my emotions.
I look out of these eyes and I see.
I am the silent I within.
I am the see-er.
I am the witness.
When I go into the quiet
I look out of this face.
Now -
When I go into the quiet
I can become the sky.
When I go into the quiet
I am the stars.
When I go into the quiet
I am the I am.
Now -
I can do this in spurts
I can do this in glimpses.
I can do this in breaths.
It sort of stuns me.
That it actually happens
and Now it creates a lot more questions in my life.
Anyway I am sharing my aha moment.
seeeeee ya
dorisssss
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Money
O Lord I want to make the equivalent of money
It doesn't have to be money
Lavish me with your ideas
Send me your thoughts
Like a woman wearing loads of jewelry
let me be laden with your created gifts
I don't need money
- if tommy pays the Plus account.
- if Lil Tom finds out what he wants to do with his life
- if Jaime gets that job he so much wants to have.
So, what I really need is for my children
to be successful in their own right;
help them O'Lord in getting a job and
taking care of each other
For in actuality I have enough money
if all my children fall in step and provide for themselves.
And I know my children can take care of themselves
so if you would O'Lord grant me this one favor.
As always I love you, and your will is most
important to me.
hugggggs
Dorissss
It doesn't have to be money
Lavish me with your ideas
Send me your thoughts
Like a woman wearing loads of jewelry
let me be laden with your created gifts
I don't need money
- if tommy pays the Plus account.
- if Lil Tom finds out what he wants to do with his life
- if Jaime gets that job he so much wants to have.
So, what I really need is for my children
to be successful in their own right;
help them O'Lord in getting a job and
taking care of each other
For in actuality I have enough money
if all my children fall in step and provide for themselves.
And I know my children can take care of themselves
so if you would O'Lord grant me this one favor.
As always I love you, and your will is most
important to me.
hugggggs
Dorissss
Monday, January 21, 2013
Loving You
It always starts this way
Loving You
and
It always ends this way
Loving You
I can't help it
You bring joy to my soul
that I can't help but jump for joy
there is a quickening to my breath
and a dance to my step
I know the boundless peace of your sweet embrace
when I feel your presence and the perfume of Mary's
alabaster jar filters through the veil and your touch surrounds me.
Goodnight Jesus
I love you
and
You love me.
Loving You
and
It always ends this way
Loving You
I can't help it
You bring joy to my soul
that I can't help but jump for joy
there is a quickening to my breath
and a dance to my step
I know the boundless peace of your sweet embrace
when I feel your presence and the perfume of Mary's
alabaster jar filters through the veil and your touch surrounds me.
Goodnight Jesus
I love you
and
You love me.
The Night
It is dark now
and the night is upon me
Soon I will shut my eyes
and my head will rest upon the pillow
Thoughts of you O'Lord fly through my mind
as the restlessness of the day meets
the quiet of the night in sleep.
What do I think about?
What did you think about as a boy growing up?
Who were your friends?
Did you have a special friend?
Did you have a girlfriend?
Was there a first kiss?
What kind of games did you play?
What did you want to be when you grew up?
When did you first find out that you were different?
When did you first find out you were God-man?
Were you scared?
What did your mother tell you?
Did she know?
Did she have an inkling?
Did you have any sisters?
Did you have any brother?
Were you a good fisherman?
What was your schooling?
What did your mother think?
Did you catch her looking at you this God-boy?
Tell me I want to know?
I want to write about it and only you can whisper it in my
ear. When I do my contemplation put in a few thoughts
about when you were a boy.
A M E N
and the night is upon me
Soon I will shut my eyes
and my head will rest upon the pillow
Thoughts of you O'Lord fly through my mind
as the restlessness of the day meets
the quiet of the night in sleep.
What do I think about?
What did you think about as a boy growing up?
Who were your friends?
Did you have a special friend?
Did you have a girlfriend?
Was there a first kiss?
What kind of games did you play?
What did you want to be when you grew up?
When did you first find out that you were different?
When did you first find out you were God-man?
Were you scared?
What did your mother tell you?
Did she know?
Did she have an inkling?
Did you have any sisters?
Did you have any brother?
Were you a good fisherman?
What was your schooling?
What did your mother think?
Did you catch her looking at you this God-boy?
Tell me I want to know?
I want to write about it and only you can whisper it in my
ear. When I do my contemplation put in a few thoughts
about when you were a boy.
A M E N
The Eucharist
I have heard it said
that when we eat of the Eucharist
it is likened to a married couple having sex
the two become one.
It is a ritual
It is cannibalistic
It is mystical
It is spiritual
It is out of the earthly plane
and into the realm of science fiction - almost
except if you have faith
it is belief
belief
that you O'Lord
are there for me to eat
belief
that two become one
and all that that implies
that when we eat of the Eucharist
it is likened to a married couple having sex
the two become one.
It is a ritual
It is cannibalistic
It is mystical
It is spiritual
It is out of the earthly plane
and into the realm of science fiction - almost
except if you have faith
it is belief
belief
that you O'Lord
are there for me to eat
belief
that two become one
and all that that implies
A God of Love
I adore you O'God
I prostrate myself at your altar
I give you my will
I give you my desire
All I want to do
All I wish to do
All I want to be
All I wish to be
is a visible thought in the ponderings of your mind
Take me and mold me
Like a potter with her clay
or
Take me and melt me
Like a smittie with his iron
I am yours
and that's all I want to be
I prostrate myself at your altar
I give you my will
I give you my desire
All I want to do
All I wish to do
All I want to be
All I wish to be
is a visible thought in the ponderings of your mind
Take me and mold me
Like a potter with her clay
or
Take me and melt me
Like a smittie with his iron
I am yours
and that's all I want to be
thoughts
when christ was crucified
he hung on the cross naked and bare
his penis was visible
and his balls hung there
he hung in his nakedness and vulnerability
this God of ours
for all to see
this man-god
who came to do good
and was kindness incarnate
was brutally pummled and beaten by
thugs and vicious men who were jealous
and without soul.
O Lord the women of the day
watched in horror
as someone they loved
was tortured and shamed
this god-man who came to save
was hung like garbage
and betrayed by man.
he hung on the cross naked and bare
his penis was visible
and his balls hung there
he hung in his nakedness and vulnerability
this God of ours
for all to see
this man-god
who came to do good
and was kindness incarnate
was brutally pummled and beaten by
thugs and vicious men who were jealous
and without soul.
O Lord the women of the day
watched in horror
as someone they loved
was tortured and shamed
this god-man who came to save
was hung like garbage
and betrayed by man.
meanderings
the edge of the lake
is the round rim of my eye
your hem
is clutched in my hand
my fingers are tightly wound within the cloth
the ripples of the lake
are liken to the thoughts of my mind
your ponderings
are like scents of perfume that
tantalize my nostrils
the feathers of a small bird
are the tickle under my nose
the rays of the sun
are the specs of diamonds in your eyes
your voice is liken to the choir of angels
that sing in church at christmas time
I watch you sit on the wooden park bench
your red hair snugly tucked beneath your
coat collar.
A knitted green beret sits joyfully lopsided
atop your head.
The wind comes and you cross the arms of
your tweed coat in front of you.
Black leather gloves shape your hands
and you clutch an oversized print bag
that holds your possessions of the day.
is the round rim of my eye
your hem
is clutched in my hand
my fingers are tightly wound within the cloth
the ripples of the lake
are liken to the thoughts of my mind
your ponderings
are like scents of perfume that
tantalize my nostrils
the feathers of a small bird
are the tickle under my nose
the rays of the sun
are the specs of diamonds in your eyes
your voice is liken to the choir of angels
that sing in church at christmas time
I watch you sit on the wooden park bench
your red hair snugly tucked beneath your
coat collar.
A knitted green beret sits joyfully lopsided
atop your head.
The wind comes and you cross the arms of
your tweed coat in front of you.
Black leather gloves shape your hands
and you clutch an oversized print bag
that holds your possessions of the day.
Psalm
O Lord make haste to help me
I prostrate myself at your feet
My prayers are liken to the tears
that I shed at my mother's funeral
Send me your thoughts
So I can write in words your ponderings
I am like a barren desert
waiting for the manna of your words
I cry my tears,
puddles could fill a lake
I know you can hear me
for you are always within my reach
I beseech you to imbue my spirit
with the tastings of your thought
and I can write with exquisiteness
the quickening of your feeling within my belly.
I prostrate myself at your feet
My prayers are liken to the tears
that I shed at my mother's funeral
Send me your thoughts
So I can write in words your ponderings
I am like a barren desert
waiting for the manna of your words
I cry my tears,
puddles could fill a lake
I know you can hear me
for you are always within my reach
I beseech you to imbue my spirit
with the tastings of your thought
and I can write with exquisiteness
the quickening of your feeling within my belly.
chapter three
getting ready to go skiing
her boyfriend doesn't want her to go
betsy thinks her boyfriend is too controlling.
betsy and lauren go to the ski lodge
lauren meets a handsome young man
who has a sense of mystery about him
his name is luke and he is at the ski
lodge on business.
betsy meanwhile has met a man from out of
state and is doing her own thing.
her boyfriend doesn't want her to go
betsy thinks her boyfriend is too controlling.
betsy and lauren go to the ski lodge
lauren meets a handsome young man
who has a sense of mystery about him
his name is luke and he is at the ski
lodge on business.
betsy meanwhile has met a man from out of
state and is doing her own thing.
chapter two
girl's name is Lauren
she's a lawyer
works as a defense attorney
parking lot
her and the d.a. have a romance
working on a case
the mother who mummified her babies
when she was a teenager and a young adult
conflicted about it
her friend betsy wants her to go on a weekend
vacation skiing.
she's a lawyer
works as a defense attorney
parking lot
her and the d.a. have a romance
working on a case
the mother who mummified her babies
when she was a teenager and a young adult
conflicted about it
her friend betsy wants her to go on a weekend
vacation skiing.
outline
chapter one
the girl wakes up in her bedroom
goes downstairs
makes her breakfast and
outlines her day
phone rings
gets dressed
maybe she goes running or
has a dog that she walks
sees a neighbor
maybe she meditates before work
looks over the apartment and then leaves
the girl wakes up in her bedroom
goes downstairs
makes her breakfast and
outlines her day
phone rings
gets dressed
maybe she goes running or
has a dog that she walks
sees a neighbor
maybe she meditates before work
looks over the apartment and then leaves
Psalm 31
The Psalmist Says:
But I trust in you, O Lord;
I say, "You are my God."
My times are in your hands;
deliver me from my enemies
and from those who pursue me.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
Oh God, I adore you;
I say, "You are my champion."
In the palm of your hand, you hold my days;
deliver me from those who would do me harm
and from those who hunt me down.
The Psalmist Says:
Let your face shine on your servant;
save me in your unfailing love.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
Glance my way
just one look will save me
The Psalmist Says:
Let me not be put to shame, O Lord;
for I have cried out to you,
but let the wicked be put to shame
and be silent in the grave.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
O Lord save me from those who would harm me;
I cling to you as your child
but let the naysayers be slain
and their voices quiet forever.
The Psalmist Says:
Let their lying lips be silenced,
for with pride and contempt
they speak arrogantly against the righeous.
The Psalmist Doris Says
May their tongue be cut out
lest they say evil things against your
chosen one.
The Psalmist Says:
How great is your goodness
which you have stored up for those who fear you,
which you bestow in the sight of men
on those who take refuge in you.
The Pslamist Doris Says:
How great is your storage house
where you have piled high the good things of the earth,
which you give to those who call you Abba
the children of your making.
The Psalmist Says:
In the shelter of your Presence you hide them
from the intrigues of men;
in your dwelling you keep them safe
from accusing tongues.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
Your cloak protects them
from the seeking eyes of their enemy;
in your abide you keep them protected
from lashings of unbridled mouths that utter words
foolishly.
The Psalmist Says:
Praise be to the Lord,
for he showed his wonderful love to me
when I was in a besieged city.
In my alarm I said ,
"I am cut off from your sight!"
Yet you heard my cry for mercy
when I called to you for help.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
All glory to you O Lord,
praises be with you forever
you were with me when I was brought low.
With a fearful childish voice I whispered
"I am afraid. My eyes are blind."
Yet you showed me mercy
when I breathed your name.
The Psalmist Says:
Love the Lord, all his saints!
The Lord preserves the faithful,
but the proud he pays back in full.
Be strong and take heart,
all you who hope in the Lord.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
Seek the Lord, all you sinners!
The Lord sanctions those who are righteous,
but the evildoer he repays with a vengeance
Therefore, be faithful and take heart,
all you who hope in the Lord.
A M E N:
c
But I trust in you, O Lord;
I say, "You are my God."
My times are in your hands;
deliver me from my enemies
and from those who pursue me.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
Oh God, I adore you;
I say, "You are my champion."
In the palm of your hand, you hold my days;
deliver me from those who would do me harm
and from those who hunt me down.
The Psalmist Says:
Let your face shine on your servant;
save me in your unfailing love.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
Glance my way
just one look will save me
The Psalmist Says:
Let me not be put to shame, O Lord;
for I have cried out to you,
but let the wicked be put to shame
and be silent in the grave.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
O Lord save me from those who would harm me;
I cling to you as your child
but let the naysayers be slain
and their voices quiet forever.
The Psalmist Says:
Let their lying lips be silenced,
for with pride and contempt
they speak arrogantly against the righeous.
The Psalmist Doris Says
May their tongue be cut out
lest they say evil things against your
chosen one.
The Psalmist Says:
How great is your goodness
which you have stored up for those who fear you,
which you bestow in the sight of men
on those who take refuge in you.
The Pslamist Doris Says:
How great is your storage house
where you have piled high the good things of the earth,
which you give to those who call you Abba
the children of your making.
The Psalmist Says:
In the shelter of your Presence you hide them
from the intrigues of men;
in your dwelling you keep them safe
from accusing tongues.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
Your cloak protects them
from the seeking eyes of their enemy;
in your abide you keep them protected
from lashings of unbridled mouths that utter words
foolishly.
The Psalmist Says:
Praise be to the Lord,
for he showed his wonderful love to me
when I was in a besieged city.
In my alarm I said ,
"I am cut off from your sight!"
Yet you heard my cry for mercy
when I called to you for help.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
All glory to you O Lord,
praises be with you forever
you were with me when I was brought low.
With a fearful childish voice I whispered
"I am afraid. My eyes are blind."
Yet you showed me mercy
when I breathed your name.
The Psalmist Says:
Love the Lord, all his saints!
The Lord preserves the faithful,
but the proud he pays back in full.
Be strong and take heart,
all you who hope in the Lord.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
Seek the Lord, all you sinners!
The Lord sanctions those who are righteous,
but the evildoer he repays with a vengeance
Therefore, be faithful and take heart,
all you who hope in the Lord.
A M E N:
c
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Psalm 31
The Psalmist
I hate those who cling to worthless idols;
I trust in the Lord.
Psalmist Doris
There are those who seek fame, money
sex, art -
the praises of those in their circle, the
clamor of empty voices
but I trust in the Lord.
The Psalmist
I will be glad and rejoice in your love,
for you see my affliction
and know the anguish of my soul.
Psalmist Doris
My affliction O Lord is my affection for you,
some do not count that as a curse - but my soul
knows no boundaries when it comes to you
and you know what yearnings you stir up
as I search for you.
The Psalmist
You have not handed me over to the enemy
but have set my feet in a spacious place.
Psalmist Doris
You have not cast me into the unknown of
my own doing, but instead have set my being in a
field of caring.
The Psalmist
Be merciful to me, O Lord, for I am in distress,
my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and my body with grief.
Psalmist Doris
Look upon me with kindness O Lord, for you know
my heart,
my eyes grow heavy with sleep
my soul and my body fatigue.
The Psalmist
My life is consumed by anguish
and my years by groaning;
my strength fails because of my affliction\
and my bones grow weak.
Psalmist Doris
My body grows old with sorrow
and my years are filled with lamentations,
my spirit fails because of my disease
and my bones become brittle.
The Psalmist
Because of all my enemies,
I am the utter contempt of my neighbors
I am a dread to my friends.
Psalmist Doris
Because of my enemies
I am held with disdain by my neighbors
I am as an eyesore to my friends - something to be wary of
The Psalmist
those who see me on the street flee from me
Psalmist Doris
to be found in my company would bring trouble
The Psalmist
I am forgotten by them as though I were dead.
Psalmist Doris
they marshal their thoughts so that there is no trace of me.
The Psalmist
I have become like broken pottery.
Psalmist Doris
I have become something to be discarded and heaped upon
the nearest garbage
The Psalmist
For I hear the slander of many
there is terror on every side.
Psalmist Doris
They speak in whispers lest those in power hear,
for they are afraid and their bones shake inside their clothes.
The Psalmist
they conspire against me and
plot to take my life.
Psalmist Doris
they congregate on street corners and make plans to
do me harm.
I hate those who cling to worthless idols;
I trust in the Lord.
Psalmist Doris
There are those who seek fame, money
sex, art -
the praises of those in their circle, the
clamor of empty voices
but I trust in the Lord.
The Psalmist
I will be glad and rejoice in your love,
for you see my affliction
and know the anguish of my soul.
Psalmist Doris
My affliction O Lord is my affection for you,
some do not count that as a curse - but my soul
knows no boundaries when it comes to you
and you know what yearnings you stir up
as I search for you.
The Psalmist
You have not handed me over to the enemy
but have set my feet in a spacious place.
Psalmist Doris
You have not cast me into the unknown of
my own doing, but instead have set my being in a
field of caring.
The Psalmist
Be merciful to me, O Lord, for I am in distress,
my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and my body with grief.
Psalmist Doris
Look upon me with kindness O Lord, for you know
my heart,
my eyes grow heavy with sleep
my soul and my body fatigue.
The Psalmist
My life is consumed by anguish
and my years by groaning;
my strength fails because of my affliction\
and my bones grow weak.
Psalmist Doris
My body grows old with sorrow
and my years are filled with lamentations,
my spirit fails because of my disease
and my bones become brittle.
The Psalmist
Because of all my enemies,
I am the utter contempt of my neighbors
I am a dread to my friends.
Psalmist Doris
Because of my enemies
I am held with disdain by my neighbors
I am as an eyesore to my friends - something to be wary of
The Psalmist
those who see me on the street flee from me
Psalmist Doris
to be found in my company would bring trouble
The Psalmist
I am forgotten by them as though I were dead.
Psalmist Doris
they marshal their thoughts so that there is no trace of me.
The Psalmist
I have become like broken pottery.
Psalmist Doris
I have become something to be discarded and heaped upon
the nearest garbage
The Psalmist
For I hear the slander of many
there is terror on every side.
Psalmist Doris
They speak in whispers lest those in power hear,
for they are afraid and their bones shake inside their clothes.
The Psalmist
they conspire against me and
plot to take my life.
Psalmist Doris
they congregate on street corners and make plans to
do me harm.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Psalm 31
Psalmist
In you, O Lord I have taken refuge
let me never be put to shame,
deliver me in your righteousness.
Psalmist Doris
In you, O Lord I have fled to in my fright,
my tears are numerous
darkness is my solitaire
deliver me from the depths of despair,
O' Lord look upon me with kindness.
Psalmist
Turn your ear to me,
come quickly to my rescue,
be my rock of refuge,
a strong fortress to save me.
Psalmist Doris
Just glance in my direction
a quick arm outstretched to protect
is all that it takes,
it is true you are my knight,
a lover whose arms encircle me.
Psalmist
Since you are my rock and my fortress,
for the sake of your name lead and guide me,
for you are my refuge.
Psalmist Doris
O Lord you are my protector and knight
for the sake of your love show me the way
for you are my path.
Psalmist
Into your hands I commit my spirit,
redeem me, O Lord, the God of truth.
Psalmist Doris
I can't say it better than the psalmist of old.
Into your hands I commit my spirit ,
redeem me, O Lord, the God of truth.
Food of my Soul
Love of my life.
A M E N
In you, O Lord I have taken refuge
let me never be put to shame,
deliver me in your righteousness.
Psalmist Doris
In you, O Lord I have fled to in my fright,
my tears are numerous
darkness is my solitaire
deliver me from the depths of despair,
O' Lord look upon me with kindness.
Psalmist
Turn your ear to me,
come quickly to my rescue,
be my rock of refuge,
a strong fortress to save me.
Psalmist Doris
Just glance in my direction
a quick arm outstretched to protect
is all that it takes,
it is true you are my knight,
a lover whose arms encircle me.
Psalmist
Since you are my rock and my fortress,
for the sake of your name lead and guide me,
for you are my refuge.
Psalmist Doris
O Lord you are my protector and knight
for the sake of your love show me the way
for you are my path.
Psalmist
Into your hands I commit my spirit,
redeem me, O Lord, the God of truth.
Psalmist Doris
I can't say it better than the psalmist of old.
Into your hands I commit my spirit ,
redeem me, O Lord, the God of truth.
Food of my Soul
Love of my life.
A M E N
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
A List
1) to not always speak
2) to not always be right.
3) to seek only God
4) to go away to a hidden place
5) to see the beauty in others
6) to see that God is not separate from me.
7) to know that when I pray - I am more or less
praying to myself.
8) when we die, we judge ourselves.
9) to not be a harsh judge.
10) to see Christ in creation.
11) The Father, the Creator, begot the Son who is all that the Father is
The Word, The Son, The Love between the Father and the Son is the
Holy Spirit. Like a waterwheel going round in a circle continuous
flowing one into the other never ending.
No one can go to the Father except through the Son.
To know that there are others out there who love God more than me -
and not to be jealous of them - but to be happy for God.
It is up to me to search for the truth
to know God in my own deepest being.
To contemplate
and in the silence to hear on a different level
the voice of God.
When I contemplate
I hear nothing.
Nada.
I don't hear God speaking to me.
I hear no voices.
Not even my own.
It is only in the fruits of the day
that I attach myself to the silence from within.
It is only in my thoughts and actions of the
day - that I sense the unfathomable -
have the hinting that there is something
lurking beyond my imagination -
something unimaginable.
Oh God,
Help me to see you when I have
no thought of your presence.
Oh God,
Help me to hear you when your voice is quiet
and my ear is pressed to the wind.
Oh God,
In your kindness - look down upon me,
and see this puny human who dares to beseech
that you send her your thoughts.
Again -
See me for what I am - mold me in thine image,
and let me reflect back to you the heart that beats
in my chest, dare I say your heart beats within me,
having been made so by the divine spark and glanced
by a tender blow of your unfathomable love.
You have no choice
but to accept me
You have no choice
but to love me
It was your choice
in the beginning
God made man
and God rested and saw what he had created was good.
SO YOU SEE GOD I AM IN A WIN WIN SITUATION.
LOVE YOU.
A M E N
2) to not always be right.
3) to seek only God
4) to go away to a hidden place
5) to see the beauty in others
6) to see that God is not separate from me.
7) to know that when I pray - I am more or less
praying to myself.
8) when we die, we judge ourselves.
9) to not be a harsh judge.
10) to see Christ in creation.
11) The Father, the Creator, begot the Son who is all that the Father is
The Word, The Son, The Love between the Father and the Son is the
Holy Spirit. Like a waterwheel going round in a circle continuous
flowing one into the other never ending.
No one can go to the Father except through the Son.
To know that there are others out there who love God more than me -
and not to be jealous of them - but to be happy for God.
It is up to me to search for the truth
to know God in my own deepest being.
To contemplate
and in the silence to hear on a different level
the voice of God.
When I contemplate
I hear nothing.
Nada.
I don't hear God speaking to me.
I hear no voices.
Not even my own.
It is only in the fruits of the day
that I attach myself to the silence from within.
It is only in my thoughts and actions of the
day - that I sense the unfathomable -
have the hinting that there is something
lurking beyond my imagination -
something unimaginable.
Oh God,
Help me to see you when I have
no thought of your presence.
Oh God,
Help me to hear you when your voice is quiet
and my ear is pressed to the wind.
Oh God,
In your kindness - look down upon me,
and see this puny human who dares to beseech
that you send her your thoughts.
Again -
See me for what I am - mold me in thine image,
and let me reflect back to you the heart that beats
in my chest, dare I say your heart beats within me,
having been made so by the divine spark and glanced
by a tender blow of your unfathomable love.
You have no choice
but to accept me
You have no choice
but to love me
It was your choice
in the beginning
God made man
and God rested and saw what he had created was good.
SO YOU SEE GOD I AM IN A WIN WIN SITUATION.
LOVE YOU.
A M E N
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
jesus the boy
Once upon a time there was a boy
named Jesus born to a Jewish couple
by the name of Mary and Joseph.
Mary was a stay at home mom
and Joseph found employment
as a carpenter and did hvac on
the side.
They were a middle class couple who bought
a modest home in Maspeth, Queens.
The year was 2013
The house was made of brick
and had a front deck which jutted out over
the one car driveway.
At the beginning of this summer Joseph bought two round cement
planters which he placed at various angles
on the stairs that found their way to their front deck.
The height of the cement planter was about twenty inches.
The base of each planter was square and set on the ground approximately
four to six inches wide.
The stem reached up from the base and had a narrow stance, but
it became rounder as it moved upward till it held the full girth of the box of the planter
and the eye would catch it as it wound itself round and round and formed itself into the lip of the circumference of the pot until the outer rim was a finished width of about fifteen or so inches.
The box of the planter's depth was five inches and Joseph would put into the
box a nice firm soil rich with nutrients which he had made from a compost
of assorted items that he kept in the backyard.
This compost were the innards of the round bowl. It would feed the
flowers and give them life.
Joseph would then methodically set about doing the same thing with the
second planter.
Earlier that week he had phoned Sam the neighborhood greenhouse owner to package
some pink and white geraniums and to drop them off at the house.
Sam had obliged and Joseph had found the familiar packaging of the green and red
bag with the weeping willow tree that was the signature of Sam's Greenhouse placed
outside of the garage door.
Joseph was happy and began to hum as he began to arrange
the flowers in the planters.
He already knew that he would place one planter at the first level where the staircase
came to rest. It was a square landing of three feet by three feet and then the red
bricks of stairs would begin their ascent again and finish their upward swing
to the full deck at the top.
Joseph then would place the second planter at the top of the stairs
and to the side so when you were coming up the stairs you were
caught by the beauty of the first planter and then made the
climb of six steps to the top where your eyes were greeted with the colors of
the second planter.
Joseph stood back and admired his work.
"Hmm, something was missing," he thought..
Just at that moment Jesus was coming out of the house
and the screen door closed slowly and quietly behind him.
Jesus was Joseph's 13 year old son.
He caught his father just at that moment admiring his plants,
and Jesus couldn't help but smile at the man who had taught
him so much.
Joseph thought to himself that the white and pink colors were nice but the
planter needed a splash of cosmic color.
Joseph didn't hear Jesus behind him until he felt the shadow
of Jesus' presence and heard the whisper that only his son could mouth, "nice job, dad."
"Yes, but it needs something, " Joseph thought.
Jesus smiled. "Dad, what about these orange geraniums from the
greenhouse box?"
Joseph turned.
There were four plump orange geraniums peeping out from the
greenhouse bag.
"Why, Jesus, that is just what is needed."
"Yes," said Jesus.
"I must have missed them."
"Yes."
Happily Joseph planted the burst of orange geraniums amidst the pink and white
and the picture was complete.
Father and son admired the father's work.
A M E N
B
named Jesus born to a Jewish couple
by the name of Mary and Joseph.
Mary was a stay at home mom
and Joseph found employment
as a carpenter and did hvac on
the side.
They were a middle class couple who bought
a modest home in Maspeth, Queens.
The year was 2013
The house was made of brick
and had a front deck which jutted out over
the one car driveway.
At the beginning of this summer Joseph bought two round cement
planters which he placed at various angles
on the stairs that found their way to their front deck.
The height of the cement planter was about twenty inches.
The base of each planter was square and set on the ground approximately
four to six inches wide.
The stem reached up from the base and had a narrow stance, but
it became rounder as it moved upward till it held the full girth of the box of the planter
and the eye would catch it as it wound itself round and round and formed itself into the lip of the circumference of the pot until the outer rim was a finished width of about fifteen or so inches.
The box of the planter's depth was five inches and Joseph would put into the
box a nice firm soil rich with nutrients which he had made from a compost
of assorted items that he kept in the backyard.
This compost were the innards of the round bowl. It would feed the
flowers and give them life.
Joseph would then methodically set about doing the same thing with the
second planter.
Earlier that week he had phoned Sam the neighborhood greenhouse owner to package
some pink and white geraniums and to drop them off at the house.
Sam had obliged and Joseph had found the familiar packaging of the green and red
bag with the weeping willow tree that was the signature of Sam's Greenhouse placed
outside of the garage door.
Joseph was happy and began to hum as he began to arrange
the flowers in the planters.
He already knew that he would place one planter at the first level where the staircase
came to rest. It was a square landing of three feet by three feet and then the red
bricks of stairs would begin their ascent again and finish their upward swing
to the full deck at the top.
Joseph then would place the second planter at the top of the stairs
and to the side so when you were coming up the stairs you were
caught by the beauty of the first planter and then made the
climb of six steps to the top where your eyes were greeted with the colors of
the second planter.
Joseph stood back and admired his work.
"Hmm, something was missing," he thought..
Just at that moment Jesus was coming out of the house
and the screen door closed slowly and quietly behind him.
Jesus was Joseph's 13 year old son.
He caught his father just at that moment admiring his plants,
and Jesus couldn't help but smile at the man who had taught
him so much.
Joseph thought to himself that the white and pink colors were nice but the
planter needed a splash of cosmic color.
Joseph didn't hear Jesus behind him until he felt the shadow
of Jesus' presence and heard the whisper that only his son could mouth, "nice job, dad."
"Yes, but it needs something, " Joseph thought.
Jesus smiled. "Dad, what about these orange geraniums from the
greenhouse box?"
Joseph turned.
There were four plump orange geraniums peeping out from the
greenhouse bag.
"Why, Jesus, that is just what is needed."
"Yes," said Jesus.
"I must have missed them."
"Yes."
Happily Joseph planted the burst of orange geraniums amidst the pink and white
and the picture was complete.
Father and son admired the father's work.
A M E N
B
Monday, January 14, 2013
Psalm 30
The Psalmist Says:
I will exalt you, O Lord,
for you lifted me out of the depths
and did not let my enemies gloat over me
O Lord, my God, I called to you for help
and you healed me.
O Lord, you brought me up from the grave
you spared me from going down into the pit.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
I will adore you, O Lord,
for you have saved my life
and not let my old ways overtake me.
O Lord, my God, I beseeched you
and cried out your name in my darkest night
and you touched me.
O Lord, you brought me up from the depths of despair
you glanced my being with your love.
The Psalmist Says:
Sing to the Lord, you saints of his;
praise his holy name.
For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night
but rejoicing comes in the morning.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
Shout to the Lord, you minions;
in a voice of unison glorify his
holy name.
For his disdain lasts only as far as the
breath draws in,
but his goodwill lasts eons,
darkness may remain for an evening
but come morning the light of the sun rises once again,
and the path of the day is well laid out.
A M E N
d
I will exalt you, O Lord,
for you lifted me out of the depths
and did not let my enemies gloat over me
O Lord, my God, I called to you for help
and you healed me.
O Lord, you brought me up from the grave
you spared me from going down into the pit.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
I will adore you, O Lord,
for you have saved my life
and not let my old ways overtake me.
O Lord, my God, I beseeched you
and cried out your name in my darkest night
and you touched me.
O Lord, you brought me up from the depths of despair
you glanced my being with your love.
The Psalmist Says:
Sing to the Lord, you saints of his;
praise his holy name.
For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night
but rejoicing comes in the morning.
The Psalmist Doris Says:
Shout to the Lord, you minions;
in a voice of unison glorify his
holy name.
For his disdain lasts only as far as the
breath draws in,
but his goodwill lasts eons,
darkness may remain for an evening
but come morning the light of the sun rises once again,
and the path of the day is well laid out.
A M E N
d
Sunday, January 13, 2013
spirit guides
i haven't had any unusual spirit guides
i had my magic rock
when i was a kid
which was kind of like in myself
because i was kind of like putting
on the rock this magic which was a
projection of myself.
when i gave up the rock.
i turned toward the saints
francis, theresa, terese.
i was big on st. francis.
these days i think i am in communion with the
people that have passed into the next life
luke, my mon and dad, my sisters.
as far as being protected - i don't ask to be protected
from anything
.
it's usually i am asking that other people will be protected.
i am already protected. - not from consequences or from life just in general.
that's where my anxiety comes from
people that i am close to should know better
and they don't know better so i am afraid for
them - until i let it go.
we each have our own path.
and then the circle starts again.
I guess u could say my true self is my spirit guide.
and my friendship with Jesus Christ is my spirit guide.
I like to be with him and just be in his presence.
The most important thing to remember is that I have
a true self that is just there waiting to reveal herself
to me in all my actions, sayings and doings.
I contemplate so as long as i do that
I always remember
my true self is with me all the time
it seems to have become my food for the day..
your true self wants u to know that u are on the
right path.
i had my magic rock
when i was a kid
which was kind of like in myself
because i was kind of like putting
on the rock this magic which was a
projection of myself.
when i gave up the rock.
i turned toward the saints
francis, theresa, terese.
i was big on st. francis.
these days i think i am in communion with the
people that have passed into the next life
luke, my mon and dad, my sisters.
as far as being protected - i don't ask to be protected
from anything
.
it's usually i am asking that other people will be protected.
i am already protected. - not from consequences or from life just in general.
that's where my anxiety comes from
people that i am close to should know better
and they don't know better so i am afraid for
them - until i let it go.
we each have our own path.
and then the circle starts again.
I guess u could say my true self is my spirit guide.
and my friendship with Jesus Christ is my spirit guide.
I like to be with him and just be in his presence.
The most important thing to remember is that I have
a true self that is just there waiting to reveal herself
to me in all my actions, sayings and doings.
I contemplate so as long as i do that
I always remember
my true self is with me all the time
it seems to have become my food for the day..
your true self wants u to know that u are on the
right path.
Jesus
Today is the 13th
Sunday
The Baptism of Jesus by John the Baptist.
This is the second Sunday in a row that
I have been moved to tears while at mass.
I hurriedly brush away my tears so no one
can see..
This is what I came to realize today
but
I don't know if the realization is
dogmatically correct.
There is the Father, Son, (Word) and Holy Spirit.
The Father is forever creating
can't help himself
In this creating he brings forth the Son who is a reflection/all that the Father is,
distinct in Person. The love that is reflected between Father and Son
is the Holy Spirit.
It is like the buckets in a waterwheel - they constantly spill into each other
so too do Father and Word and the Spirit is the love between them, constant, never changing, always filling.
I used to think and I logged this somewhere -
that our alikeness with God was the word person.
my alikeness with God was the word person.
I am a Person
God is a Person
Allbeit in the catholic religion - three Persons.
I thought Person was the connection.
I am a Person
God is a Person
however -
that is not the case.
There is no way that I can know God as Person
His Person is not the same as me
He is indefinable.
I don't know about unknowable -
anyway --
Jesus is created in time.
The Second Person - Word is created in time.
Jesus.
Jesus has two natures
human - he eats, drinks
and
divine - water becomes wine.
okay
so here goes
sooooo
when John the Baptist baptized Jesus
in the river
the Father parted the clouds in the sky
and said this is my beloved son - I am well pleased.
Jesus truly human
Jesus truly divine.
The Father took the human and the divine
The Godhead was ever changed.
The Father was ever changed.
The Word (Son) was ever changed.
and the Spirit was ever changed - the love between Father and Son.
Jesus said
Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father
sooooo
my connection with God is born through Jesus Christ
Christ is my connection to the Father.
Jesus said,
Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father.
And this is what I learned today.
My appreciation of Jesus Christ was even more.
He is my connection.
When Jesus was crucified
He didn't have any clothes on
He hung there in His nakedness
alone
comforted by a few of his disciples
and the women who loved him.
The two Mary's were there. Maybe three Mary's.
Mary his mother
and
Lazarus' sister,
Mary, whose rapt attention was always wrapped in his Jesus' presence.
I thought -
at least she was there to be with him.
Good for her.
Bravo.
You did for Him what others couldn't
You just were.
Just to Be - that's your gift.
A M E N
Sunday
The Baptism of Jesus by John the Baptist.
This is the second Sunday in a row that
I have been moved to tears while at mass.
I hurriedly brush away my tears so no one
can see..
This is what I came to realize today
but
I don't know if the realization is
dogmatically correct.
There is the Father, Son, (Word) and Holy Spirit.
The Father is forever creating
can't help himself
In this creating he brings forth the Son who is a reflection/all that the Father is,
distinct in Person. The love that is reflected between Father and Son
is the Holy Spirit.
It is like the buckets in a waterwheel - they constantly spill into each other
so too do Father and Word and the Spirit is the love between them, constant, never changing, always filling.
I used to think and I logged this somewhere -
that our alikeness with God was the word person.
my alikeness with God was the word person.
I am a Person
God is a Person
Allbeit in the catholic religion - three Persons.
I thought Person was the connection.
I am a Person
God is a Person
however -
that is not the case.
There is no way that I can know God as Person
His Person is not the same as me
He is indefinable.
I don't know about unknowable -
anyway --
Jesus is created in time.
The Second Person - Word is created in time.
Jesus.
Jesus has two natures
human - he eats, drinks
and
divine - water becomes wine.
okay
so here goes
sooooo
when John the Baptist baptized Jesus
in the river
the Father parted the clouds in the sky
and said this is my beloved son - I am well pleased.
Jesus truly human
Jesus truly divine.
The Father took the human and the divine
The Godhead was ever changed.
The Father was ever changed.
The Word (Son) was ever changed.
and the Spirit was ever changed - the love between Father and Son.
Jesus said
Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father
sooooo
my connection with God is born through Jesus Christ
Christ is my connection to the Father.
Jesus said,
Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father.
And this is what I learned today.
My appreciation of Jesus Christ was even more.
He is my connection.
When Jesus was crucified
He didn't have any clothes on
He hung there in His nakedness
alone
comforted by a few of his disciples
and the women who loved him.
The two Mary's were there. Maybe three Mary's.
Mary his mother
and
Lazarus' sister,
Mary, whose rapt attention was always wrapped in his Jesus' presence.
I thought -
at least she was there to be with him.
Good for her.
Bravo.
You did for Him what others couldn't
You just were.
Just to Be - that's your gift.
A M E N
Thursday, January 10, 2013
On Hermits
I think I want to become a hermit
for all the wrong reasons.
A M E N
And it is up to me to find the
right reasons.
Motivation
Motivation
Motivation
for all the wrong reasons.
A M E N
And it is up to me to find the
right reasons.
Motivation
Motivation
Motivation
Presence and Silence
Presence can be the art of faith
or it can be resting in the felt
awareness of a presence
Only in silence is the Presence
reachable.
Sometimes I hold my breath and
I hear the quiet.
Presence is trust
Presence is comforting
Presence is something in nothing.
Sometimes I can't do anything but
rest in Presence - because I get scared!!
A M E N
I thought of that a long time ago
when they say of a person he's
sleeping - or all they do is sleep
all day. -
I used to think maybe
they are resting in Presence -
and this is the only chance they get to
destress.
A M E N
or it can be resting in the felt
awareness of a presence
Only in silence is the Presence
reachable.
Sometimes I hold my breath and
I hear the quiet.
Presence is trust
Presence is comforting
Presence is something in nothing.
Sometimes I can't do anything but
rest in Presence - because I get scared!!
A M E N
I thought of that a long time ago
when they say of a person he's
sleeping - or all they do is sleep
all day. -
I used to think maybe
they are resting in Presence -
and this is the only chance they get to
destress.
A M E N
Monday, January 7, 2013
Psalm 27
Hear my voice when I call, O Lord,
be merciful to me and answer me.
Where r u when I reach out my hand -
I can't find u,
u don't answer me.
I am afraid.
My heart says of you, "Seek his face!
Your face, Lord, I will seek.
I am true to my heart
true to my yearning of seeking u
in the curves and straightaways of
this world - still u elude me
Psalm 27 says,
Do not hide your face from me
do not turn your servant away in anger
you have been my helper
Do not reject me or forsake me,
O God my Saviour.
Doris says,
It is useless for u O God to hide from me
for it is you who has set this inner yearning
in my heart.
It is you who yearn for me
and I in turn yield to thine endeavor.
I say, in my humanness -
I am here, here I am, Lord
don't u see me?
find me now.
I command you to do this
This in my smallness of human endeavor I say..
You laugh -
Funny,
You think this is funny
I tap my right foot in mighty frustration
God says,
You a human are telling me what to do
Yes, I tentatively reply
A little more humbly now..
Find me, I say, so that I can rest in your tender embrace.
Then God's look rested upon me
Wait, My Little One, Be Patient
Your time is coming.
There is nothing you can do, - believe me,
but wait in anticipation
of human endeavor and in turn be receptive of my grace.
Psalm 27 says,
Though my father and mother forsake me,
the Lord will receive me
Teach me your way, O Lord,
lead me in a straight path
because of my oppressors.
Do not turn me over to the desire of my foes,
for false witnesses rise up against me,
breathing out violence.
Doris says,
The world is full of beauty
but my cataracts haven't been lifted
I see through the old eyes -
waiting for my consciousness to be raised
then I will see you with new vision
and my breath will be lifted as I am lifted up to look upon your peace
Psalm 27 says,
I am still confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the Lord
in the land of the living
Wait for the Lord,
be strong and take heart
and wait for the Lord.
Doris says,
You are right
I won't give up the wait
Some of the roads are narrow and winding
others are wide and straight
Wherever the path takes me I trod on
knowing that the journey leads to the
house of the Lord.
God says,
O Your Puny Little Human
But with a faith so great -.
What can I say!
but
Welcome.
be merciful to me and answer me.
Where r u when I reach out my hand -
I can't find u,
u don't answer me.
I am afraid.
My heart says of you, "Seek his face!
Your face, Lord, I will seek.
I am true to my heart
true to my yearning of seeking u
in the curves and straightaways of
this world - still u elude me
Psalm 27 says,
Do not hide your face from me
do not turn your servant away in anger
you have been my helper
Do not reject me or forsake me,
O God my Saviour.
Doris says,
It is useless for u O God to hide from me
for it is you who has set this inner yearning
in my heart.
It is you who yearn for me
and I in turn yield to thine endeavor.
I say, in my humanness -
I am here, here I am, Lord
don't u see me?
find me now.
I command you to do this
This in my smallness of human endeavor I say..
You laugh -
Funny,
You think this is funny
I tap my right foot in mighty frustration
God says,
You a human are telling me what to do
Yes, I tentatively reply
A little more humbly now..
Find me, I say, so that I can rest in your tender embrace.
Then God's look rested upon me
Wait, My Little One, Be Patient
Your time is coming.
There is nothing you can do, - believe me,
but wait in anticipation
of human endeavor and in turn be receptive of my grace.
Psalm 27 says,
Though my father and mother forsake me,
the Lord will receive me
Teach me your way, O Lord,
lead me in a straight path
because of my oppressors.
Do not turn me over to the desire of my foes,
for false witnesses rise up against me,
breathing out violence.
Doris says,
The world is full of beauty
but my cataracts haven't been lifted
I see through the old eyes -
waiting for my consciousness to be raised
then I will see you with new vision
and my breath will be lifted as I am lifted up to look upon your peace
Psalm 27 says,
I am still confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the Lord
in the land of the living
Wait for the Lord,
be strong and take heart
and wait for the Lord.
Doris says,
You are right
I won't give up the wait
Some of the roads are narrow and winding
others are wide and straight
Wherever the path takes me I trod on
knowing that the journey leads to the
house of the Lord.
God says,
O Your Puny Little Human
But with a faith so great -.
What can I say!
but
Welcome.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
LECTIO
Psalm 27
The Lord is my light and my salvation
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life
of whom shall I be afraid?
the false self advocates
security and survival
affection and esteem
power and control
true security is the Lord
there go our props, money, stocks,
bonds, property, money, work, health insurance - oh, well --
survival
fear or the loss of what we feel we need to survive.
One thing I seek of the Lord,
this is what I seek
that I may dwell int he house of the Lorrd
all the days of my life
to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord
and to seek him in his temple
survival
For in the day of trouble
he will keep me safe in his dwelling,
he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle
and set me high upon a rock
Then my head will be exalted
above the enemies who surround me
at this tabernacle I will sacrifice with shouts of joy
I will sing and make music to the Lord.
affection and esteem
to be held in esteem by co-workers, friends. family.
to seek fame, false attributes.
power and control
to rule with no regard for the thought of others,
to feel in control of situations
to let inner afflictive emotions rise to our consciousness
when our buttons have been pushed
pride, anger, frustration,
The Lord is my light and my salvation
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life
of whom shall I be afraid?
the false self advocates
security and survival
affection and esteem
power and control
true security is the Lord
there go our props, money, stocks,
bonds, property, money, work, health insurance - oh, well --
survival
fear or the loss of what we feel we need to survive.
One thing I seek of the Lord,
this is what I seek
that I may dwell int he house of the Lorrd
all the days of my life
to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord
and to seek him in his temple
survival
For in the day of trouble
he will keep me safe in his dwelling,
he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle
and set me high upon a rock
Then my head will be exalted
above the enemies who surround me
at this tabernacle I will sacrifice with shouts of joy
I will sing and make music to the Lord.
affection and esteem
to be held in esteem by co-workers, friends. family.
to seek fame, false attributes.
power and control
to rule with no regard for the thought of others,
to feel in control of situations
to let inner afflictive emotions rise to our consciousness
when our buttons have been pushed
pride, anger, frustration,
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Monday, December 31, 2012
jesus
at a certain age he became christed
his life was changed
god was ever present to him
not totally in the beginning
but gradually
things began to change
his perspective on things changed
he became aware he was a divine being
it took over him and he became
christed
Friday, December 28, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
GOD
i used to think that god was a person like me
that that was the connection
that person was the bridge
but now i don't think that any more
not so sure
might be-
but not so sure.
i thought we shared something in common
personhood
but god is a different species altogether
undefinable
unknowable
unseeable
unfathomable
what is god
god is his own being
his own species
unlike any other
he had nothing to do one day
so the father who is creator said
let's make love - let's make human -
let's make man
and so he did
and thus the dance began
the Father smiled and
was quite pleased with his creation
he nodded to the Word
and the Word smiled back
thus Spirit was born
and the children sang
A M E N
so
that that was the connection
that person was the bridge
but now i don't think that any more
not so sure
might be-
but not so sure.
i thought we shared something in common
personhood
but god is a different species altogether
undefinable
unknowable
unseeable
unfathomable
what is god
god is his own being
his own species
unlike any other
he had nothing to do one day
so the father who is creator said
let's make love - let's make human -
let's make man
and so he did
and thus the dance began
the Father smiled and
was quite pleased with his creation
he nodded to the Word
and the Word smiled back
thus Spirit was born
and the children sang
A M E N
so
DISCIPLE
I CAME
I FOLLOWED
I TOILED
I PRAYED
I SINNED
FORGIVENESS
WHY WASTE TIME ON GUILT
THE INNOCENT ONE
FORGAVE ALL.
GET UP
GET UP
TOIL ON
FORGE ON
ONE FOOT DOWN
ONE FOOT DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN
UP UP UP
GET UP
MARCH ON
THE BATTLE IS NOT OVER
UNTIL U HAVE WON THE PRIZE
PRESENCE.
I FOLLOWED
I TOILED
I PRAYED
I SINNED
FORGIVENESS
WHY WASTE TIME ON GUILT
THE INNOCENT ONE
FORGAVE ALL.
GET UP
GET UP
TOIL ON
FORGE ON
ONE FOOT DOWN
ONE FOOT DOWN
DOWN DOWN DOWN
UP UP UP
GET UP
MARCH ON
THE BATTLE IS NOT OVER
UNTIL U HAVE WON THE PRIZE
PRESENCE.
PRESENCE
O' Presence
i feel u
smell u
taste u
yearn for u
hunger for u
long for u
there are twists and turns
curves and loops
i follow
sweating
sometimes out of breath
breathing breathing breathing
smelling u
almost tasting u
feeling u
loving u.
A M E N
a
i feel u
smell u
taste u
yearn for u
hunger for u
long for u
there are twists and turns
curves and loops
i follow
sweating
sometimes out of breath
breathing breathing breathing
smelling u
almost tasting u
feeling u
loving u.
A M E N
a
the language of silence
to hear what can't be heard
to see what can't be seen
to know what can't be known
o' silence take me there
your breath is quick
like the breeze on a leaf
the quiver of a chill
o' silence take me there
let me know your beat
let me see your beauty
and let me share your love
A M E N
to see what can't be seen
to know what can't be known
o' silence take me there
your breath is quick
like the breeze on a leaf
the quiver of a chill
o' silence take me there
let me know your beat
let me see your beauty
and let me share your love
A M E N
Sunday, December 23, 2012
i think the silence is going to take
me on another journey
one of which i don't know about
it's not planned
that's what so unusual about it
i do know it involves the silence
the quietness between the words
the stillness between the thoughts
it speaks to me i know not what
but the groundness seeps into my bones
and changes life around me
Freedom in my Writing
Thomas Keating says,
Contemplative prayer gives us the
grace to be detached in our desires.
That means that our desires must be
freed from the motivation of the
false self.
Then we can lead the
spiritual life in any state of life as
normal human beings.
Doris says,
Detached in our desires - hmm
Detached in my writing - double hmmm
Then we can lead the spiritual life
in any state of life (life of a writer) as
normal human beings.
That's a great objective.
-----------------------------------
Before I read what Father Keating
said I was trying to figure out how to be
detached in our desires (mine) - well, then u
might as well desire nothing is what I
thought - well, then that was not so
inviting - how do u figure this - do I
give up writing and just pursue being -
well, that makes no sense for me either.
But to be detached in my desire to be a
writer - that's worth pondering.
or -
to be detached from what I write that
is also an invitation for me to absorb.
Doris asks: If u are doing something
can u be detached from it?
And further - if u are writing something
can u be freed from the motivation of
the false self?
Opps, Father Keating says Contemplative
prayer gives us the grace to be detached
in our desires. - That means that our desires
must be freed from the motivation of the
false self.
Contemplative prayer gives us the
grace to be detached in our desires.
That means that our desires must be
freed from the motivation of the
false self.
Then we can lead the
spiritual life in any state of life as
normal human beings.
Doris says,
Detached in our desires - hmm
Detached in my writing - double hmmm
Then we can lead the spiritual life
in any state of life (life of a writer) as
normal human beings.
That's a great objective.
-----------------------------------
Before I read what Father Keating
said I was trying to figure out how to be
detached in our desires (mine) - well, then u
might as well desire nothing is what I
thought - well, then that was not so
inviting - how do u figure this - do I
give up writing and just pursue being -
well, that makes no sense for me either.
But to be detached in my desire to be a
writer - that's worth pondering.
or -
to be detached from what I write that
is also an invitation for me to absorb.
Doris asks: If u are doing something
can u be detached from it?
And further - if u are writing something
can u be freed from the motivation of
the false self?
Opps, Father Keating says Contemplative
prayer gives us the grace to be detached
in our desires. - That means that our desires
must be freed from the motivation of the
false self.
The Inner Observer
The bridge between
the stream of consciousness
(the river)
and the
boats that go floating by on the river.
(thoughts.)
Not there to judge, or to fix things,
just there to observe.
Cynthia Bourgeault: Even more
strongly, its purpose is to bring u
into a state of unconditional presence,
so that u not only believe but know
that no physical or emotional state
has the power to knock you out of
presence.
,
The bridge between
the stream of consciousness
(the river)
and the
boats that go floating by on the river.
(thoughts.)
Not there to judge, or to fix things,
just there to observe.
Cynthia Bourgeault: Even more
strongly, its purpose is to bring u
into a state of unconditional presence,
so that u not only believe but know
that no physical or emotional state
has the power to knock you out of
presence.
,
Friday, January 4, 2013
A God of Hurt
It was a little girl's cry,
spoken in a little girl's voice,
"Don't Hurt Me."
I had been doing my c.p.
(centering prayer)
when I realized there was
as Father Keating would
say an Unloading of the Unconscious.
My thoughts had wandered off to
why can't I easily offer myself and
my actions to doing God's will in
my daily life.
the reply -
Well, because God is a God of Hurt,
and left to His devices he would certainly
send me trials of hurt - trials that I couldn't handle.
I heard a little girl's voice cry out,
my little girl voice cry out,
"Don't Hurt Me."
Well, there it was
the God of Hurt.
He was out to get me.
He was out to hurt me.
It was inevitable.
If I did God's will -
Sure, he might send me good things but -
well, he might send me an incurable disease like cancer;
or he might cause me financial ruin, like make me broke,
or he might make me unhappy in love,
he could even hurt those close to me,
and send me some other horrible calamity -
and then I'd have to rise to the situation and become a better person -
well, no, I don't think so. I'm not up to that.
I think I'd rather do my own will
and take a chance of being happy my way
because certainly I'm not going to wish a catastrophe on me, right?
Wrong.
A God of Hurt
Wow
With all my other definitions of God,
God of Mercy
God of Love
God of Compassion
along
with all these God's
there is my God
my little girl God
A God of Hurt.
Something to think about Doris.
spoken in a little girl's voice,
"Don't Hurt Me."
I had been doing my c.p.
(centering prayer)
when I realized there was
as Father Keating would
say an Unloading of the Unconscious.
My thoughts had wandered off to
why can't I easily offer myself and
my actions to doing God's will in
my daily life.
the reply -
Well, because God is a God of Hurt,
and left to His devices he would certainly
send me trials of hurt - trials that I couldn't handle.
I heard a little girl's voice cry out,
my little girl voice cry out,
"Don't Hurt Me."
Well, there it was
the God of Hurt.
He was out to get me.
He was out to hurt me.
It was inevitable.
If I did God's will -
Sure, he might send me good things but -
well, he might send me an incurable disease like cancer;
or he might cause me financial ruin, like make me broke,
or he might make me unhappy in love,
he could even hurt those close to me,
and send me some other horrible calamity -
and then I'd have to rise to the situation and become a better person -
well, no, I don't think so. I'm not up to that.
I think I'd rather do my own will
and take a chance of being happy my way
because certainly I'm not going to wish a catastrophe on me, right?
Wrong.
A God of Hurt
Wow
With all my other definitions of God,
God of Mercy
God of Love
God of Compassion
along
with all these God's
there is my God
my little girl God
A God of Hurt.
Something to think about Doris.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
O My Soul
O My Soul
Every day a delight
I can't wait to wake in
the morning
to be with u
I look forward to our communion
I seek u out in the hiddenness of my being
I know ur there.
Like a playful friend u elude me
But I like a true warrior - play the game
U hide.
I seek.
I find u
U laugh.
I laugh with u.
Knowing that the pursuit is the dance
Then we sit
The two of us in silence
Knowing that our pinkies touch -
in childish endeavor
To weave a memory
of the unknowable, unthinkable, unseeable
O My Soul
bring me to the depths of ur being so that I may catch
a glimpse of thine memory
A M E N
.
Every day a delight
I can't wait to wake in
the morning
to be with u
I look forward to our communion
I seek u out in the hiddenness of my being
I know ur there.
Like a playful friend u elude me
But I like a true warrior - play the game
U hide.
I seek.
I find u
U laugh.
I laugh with u.
Knowing that the pursuit is the dance
Then we sit
The two of us in silence
Knowing that our pinkies touch -
in childish endeavor
To weave a memory
of the unknowable, unthinkable, unseeable
O My Soul
bring me to the depths of ur being so that I may catch
a glimpse of thine memory
A M E N
.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
o my soul
i need to start writing again,
but i don't know what to
write.
sacred sounds surround me
wistful looks pursue me
o' my soul rest a moment
for the journey begins
at times tiring
but
o' my soul
what an adventure
pure delight
each morning brings
a newness, a beginning
that only u can greet
each day is its own
no one else's
no one can share the climb
no one can breathe ur air
it is for u alone to traverse
but a quick furtive look
reveals -
wait -
there is a companion
hidden and silent within
the recesses of ur heart.
waiting
waiting
ever hesitiating
for ur breath
your soul invite
A M E N
but i don't know what to
write.
sacred sounds surround me
wistful looks pursue me
o' my soul rest a moment
for the journey begins
at times tiring
but
o' my soul
what an adventure
pure delight
each morning brings
a newness, a beginning
that only u can greet
each day is its own
no one else's
no one can share the climb
no one can breathe ur air
it is for u alone to traverse
but a quick furtive look
reveals -
wait -
there is a companion
hidden and silent within
the recesses of ur heart.
waiting
waiting
ever hesitiating
for ur breath
your soul invite
A M E N
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