the 28th of december
roses r red
violets r blue
u r cool
and so am i
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 am trying to figure out
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
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
on world happenings
one boy killed
twenty young innocents
from the innocence
from the blood spilled
innocence seeped into the earth
out of this came good
a new thought came to be
and won't die
innocence can't die
it will live on in the families,
extended families, and the families of the world.
i was wondering.
jesus was innocence
he was a good man
killed by what -
not by guns -
but maybe by fear, by jealousy, anger
from that one act of killing
people remembered
and a new world was birthed
goes on being birthed every day.
the holocause was innocence
killed by guns,
by gas, by cremation
again, anger, fear, jealousy, greed
and a new world was birthed.
inhumanity of man to man
to woman, to child - to god.
and yet there were acts of goodness too
they have been handed down.
twenty young innocents
from the innocence
from the blood spilled
innocence seeped into the earth
out of this came good
a new thought came to be
and won't die
innocence can't die
it will live on in the families,
extended families, and the families of the world.
i was wondering.
jesus was innocence
he was a good man
killed by what -
not by guns -
but maybe by fear, by jealousy, anger
from that one act of killing
people remembered
and a new world was birthed
goes on being birthed every day.
the holocause was innocence
killed by guns,
by gas, by cremation
again, anger, fear, jealousy, greed
and a new world was birthed.
inhumanity of man to man
to woman, to child - to god.
and yet there were acts of goodness too
they have been handed down.
grounded in silence
what i have found out.
silence is the voice of the spirit
when i contemplate
it is what it is.
i would like it if i sank right into
quietness - but it doesn't happen
like that.
i just make myself available to the lord
and let it be what it is.
i have lots of thoughts and ego pops up
and sometimes it doesn't.
yesterday i was grounded in silence.
i don't know whether to be around people
or
to be around myself.
i am reading a great deal
i am reading about the abbas and ammas.
i was thinking about the life of a hermit
if i would like that.
i think i can't be a hermit
that goes into a geographical desert.
a person can call themselves a hermit and
go into the wilderness but be in a crowd with
their thoughts.
a person can be in the world and be alone with the
silence - be grounded in the silence and it changes
everything.
i think i understand mother theresa now when she
said he must grown i must diminish.
u have to go off to ur cell to get grounded in the silence
to meet silence with silence
because at least in this world u need it to meet the
challenges of the day.
a m e n
silence is the voice of the spirit
when i contemplate
it is what it is.
i would like it if i sank right into
quietness - but it doesn't happen
like that.
i just make myself available to the lord
and let it be what it is.
i have lots of thoughts and ego pops up
and sometimes it doesn't.
yesterday i was grounded in silence.
i don't know whether to be around people
or
to be around myself.
i am reading a great deal
i am reading about the abbas and ammas.
i was thinking about the life of a hermit
if i would like that.
i think i can't be a hermit
that goes into a geographical desert.
a person can call themselves a hermit and
go into the wilderness but be in a crowd with
their thoughts.
a person can be in the world and be alone with the
silence - be grounded in the silence and it changes
everything.
i think i understand mother theresa now when she
said he must grown i must diminish.
u have to go off to ur cell to get grounded in the silence
to meet silence with silence
because at least in this world u need it to meet the
challenges of the day.
a m e n
january 2013
pilates six days
swimming - six days
centering prayer
twice a day. seven days
lectio. seven days
four books reading keating - seven days
adoration -every monday four to five
knitting tuesdays?
writing an hour a day?????
swimming - six days
centering prayer
twice a day. seven days
lectio. seven days
four books reading keating - seven days
adoration -every monday four to five
knitting tuesdays?
writing an hour a day?????
Saturday, December 22, 2012
abbas and ammas
today i downloaded two books
on to my kindle on the desert
abbas and ammas.
what will i find.
secrets
sayings
inspiration
silence
men and women like u and i
searching searching for their
creator
what is it in us that searches for
our abba, our father
our goodness, our creative spark
we go to the hermitage or our heart
we go to the desert of our heart
and hear the silence
we wait in anticipation for his coming
amen we say amen.
on to my kindle on the desert
abbas and ammas.
what will i find.
secrets
sayings
inspiration
silence
men and women like u and i
searching searching for their
creator
what is it in us that searches for
our abba, our father
our goodness, our creative spark
we go to the hermitage or our heart
we go to the desert of our heart
and hear the silence
we wait in anticipation for his coming
amen we say amen.
pneumonia
today is my second day with pneumonia
i am getting better.
went to pop's diner for breakfast
did the laundry
went food shopping
i am getting better.
went to pop's diner for breakfast
did the laundry
went food shopping
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
ever changing
we used to wonder
where War lived
what it was that made it so vile
and now we realize that we know where it lives
that it is inside ourselves
we used to wonder
where God lived
what it was that made us so transforming
and now we realize that we know where God lives
that God is inside ourselves.
Reflections on a Tragedy
I see that this tragedy is 30 victims,
20 children, six teachers and a mother
and son.
this tragedy will effect their immediate families,
their extended families,
the town,
the 27,000 people and go global.
President Obama will speak tonight,
but it is going to go beyond what he says.
When we looked at that town the first picture
I saw was soldiers carrying guns.
I thought guns --
just a reaction to a reaction we reach for guns
we are a killing machine
and we breed killing machines
We are not special.
These children were not special.
These are our children.
They could be children of the holocaust.
The could be the children of Palestine, of Israel,
of Rawanda, of Ireland, Africa, South America,
Syria.
Wherever we have guns, we are global.
We have to stop thinking we are special.
The ordinary is special.
Maybe the children will lead the way.
I think they will..
Maybe adults have to become as little children -
and little children will lead the way.
I see one globe.
I see one children.
A M E N
,
but it is
where War lived
what it was that made it so vile
and now we realize that we know where it lives
that it is inside ourselves
we used to wonder
where God lived
what it was that made us so transforming
and now we realize that we know where God lives
that God is inside ourselves.
Reflections on a Tragedy
I see that this tragedy is 30 victims,
20 children, six teachers and a mother
and son.
this tragedy will effect their immediate families,
their extended families,
the town,
the 27,000 people and go global.
President Obama will speak tonight,
but it is going to go beyond what he says.
When we looked at that town the first picture
I saw was soldiers carrying guns.
I thought guns --
just a reaction to a reaction we reach for guns
we are a killing machine
and we breed killing machines
We are not special.
These children were not special.
These are our children.
They could be children of the holocaust.
The could be the children of Palestine, of Israel,
of Rawanda, of Ireland, Africa, South America,
Syria.
Wherever we have guns, we are global.
We have to stop thinking we are special.
The ordinary is special.
Maybe the children will lead the way.
I think they will..
Maybe adults have to become as little children -
and little children will lead the way.
I see one globe.
I see one children.
A M E N
,
but it is
little children
we used to wonder
where war lived
what it was that made it so vile
and now we realize that we know
where it lives
that it is inside ourselves
where war lived
what it was that made it so vile
and now we realize that we know
where it lives
that it is inside ourselves
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
musings and other things
Inbox
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sorry i cut u off the other day
i was running john in fact had a heart attack he had a stent put in and is back home sitting on the couch. i got a bad cold and now i lost my voice. i wanted to ask u before i do some investigating on the internet centerdness, grounding and being is that all the same thing. i found out from doing c.p. that during the day when different things come up whether it be gossip or juicy tidbits or any other kind of malfunction that if i go inside to my groundness that it becomes the present moment without any desire on my part to participate in any of the tidbits also i found that if someone asks me a question about something and i go inside to the groundness or being my answer is straight and to the point and it is what i want to answer. and does this all come down to nothingness can god be nothingness?????? im going to send this email before i change my mind if u have any thoughts let me know.
Glad Jon is doing better. That must have been
scary.
You know, Missy Doris, you are right on target as
far as I am concerned. When you go to your center, the ground of your being, you
see and respond to life differently from when ego has the first
move.
It is nothingness.
I have heard teachers say, that enlightenment is to
enter into nothingness only to find out that that the nothing is everything!
All paradox, like a zen koan. When we try to
"figure" it out through the mind, we are doomed to fail because all of
this is beyond the mind's ability to understand. We can only experience our
center, the ground of our being, the True Self, who is eternal and compassion
and filled with the joy of life. Good/bad is not something that the True Self
even considers. It is all part of the whole, the oneness, call that God or love
... or whatever.
Is that nothingness? I don't know. I will have to
get to that place before I know. But then it is said that that nothingness
becomes everything and isn't God or the One or Love everything??
much love
Emily
ps, hope you get over your cold and that you have a
happy Thanksgiving. Tell Jon I am thinking of him and wish him all the
best.
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Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
i don't know
i don't know.....
why the sun comes up
why the stars shine
why we are here
for some bigger reason?
or for the hell of it...
we don't know
and we won't know
until we know.
why the sun comes up
why the stars shine
why we are here
for some bigger reason?
or for the hell of it...
we don't know
and we won't know
until we know.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
JOURNEY AWARENESS
I Amness
I Awareness
I Journeyess
In the backroom meditating
slipping into invisibleness
Once I was here
Now I am not
But
In the stillness I am there
still
but invisible
I was but I'm not
I Am
I put one foot down
followed by another.
My footsteps make an imprint
in the snow
but when I turn around
and look there is no footprint,
no mark -
just fresh snow
So too I literally sit in the back room -
I am here now -
but in the future I will be gone -
but My Am-ness, My Aware-ness, My Journey-ess
is still -there - here.
A M E N
I Awareness
I Journeyess
In the backroom meditating
slipping into invisibleness
Once I was here
Now I am not
But
In the stillness I am there
still
but invisible
I was but I'm not
I Am
I put one foot down
followed by another.
My footsteps make an imprint
in the snow
but when I turn around
and look there is no footprint,
no mark -
just fresh snow
So too I literally sit in the back room -
I am here now -
but in the future I will be gone -
but My Am-ness, My Aware-ness, My Journey-ess
is still -there - here.
A M E N
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
june 20th
May the words of my mouth
and the meditations of my heart
be pleasing in your sight
Oh Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer
----
Let the words of my mouth and the
meditations of my heart
Be acceptable in your sight
O Lord, my strength and the Redeemer
and the meditations of my heart
be pleasing in your sight
Oh Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer
----
Let the words of my mouth and the
meditations of my heart
Be acceptable in your sight
O Lord, my strength and the Redeemer
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