The Rosary Years – 1995-1998 (Parents in my Home & Heart
Spontaneous Poem (Class) & Selected Poems Misc
Giving
She’s old now
She walks with a guarded slowness
Calculating each step
Her way and path is to give
With a quiet step, she sneaks to leave a gift,
A sugary snack,
A pleasant treat, that she should have enjoyed
Instead, her joy, her energy comes from the act of giving.
She has no earthly wealth, no costly gifts to give,
But what she gives is pure love… un-countless karats pure.
I think of the times that she wanted to give. It was daily. If she had extra food prepared, (it didn’t have to be extra even if she just had a little), she would offer it to me to take upstairs and give to us. Or if I admired something she would say that I could have it. One time, her son and his children, came to visit. As they were getting ready to leave, I noticed Mom searching the apartment. Soon she emerged with a knitted muffler in her hand. It was the one she wore with her good coat on Sunday. She walked over to her granddaughter and handed it to her. She had knitted it years ago, when she could still count and sequence. I realized that this was the last one that she had and if she gave it away she would have nothing to wrap around her ears to keep the cold away. (She hated for the wind to blow in her ears. Since she only had partial hearing in one ear, she feared earaches!) It really struck me that she would happily suffer the cold rather than allow her granddaughter to leave without giving her something. I told her to always keep that and when she was sad, lonely or need love to find the muffler and hold it, because it contained so much love. I hope that she still has it.
Henry Slays the Dandelions (Henry Hobbles)
Today he got two buckets full of ‘em!
He turns 90 this month,
But age has not slowed his deep desire to “do just one more.”
Today it was the dandelions that were on his list.
Tomorrow it will be something else.
He can’t leave this earth just yet…
Tomorrow will be here to “do just one more.”
He Prays – She Fusses
He still sees her as she was-
He is confused and cannot understand
Why she cannot be like before
He Prays – She Fusses
He does not understand why she does not do as he says
He has a schedule
His duties
She wants to give – but can no longer
Trying to remember exactly what to do-
He prays – She fusses
The Will to Give
In my early morning haze,
I find myself hugging my coffee cup,
Waiting for that moment of energy.
As I wait, I watch my mother and my dog.
Sadie lies silently at the old woman’s feet,
Moving only when she moves or
To catch a fat laden morsel dropped sneakily to the floor—
Like food smuggled to a prisoner.
Caught!
The old woman is caught in the act.
Confronted!
“That’s why the ants come in!” I say.
They lower their eyes knowing that they have been scolded!
Somehow we know that
The dog can always count on her treats,
The ants will come in
And the Forgetful Old Giving Tree will remember the only thing that’s important…
The will to give.
Backups –
He is consummate shopper-
Before it gets low
A backup is bought-
Even though he knows that if he runs out
He can borrow from his neighbor up stairs
Occasionally he runs out-
(Visiting the nights is always nice-to-have)
Bur their help is not forgotten
They are always repaid three-fold
By nature he is a craftsman-The items crafted solve a need
or Fill a void-
a perfectly measured symmetrical
statement of his caring-
He was not put on earth to entertain, teach or govern
But to build
He uses nature to for objects to live in
Make life easier or just to delight
Live to Eat
Energy must be consumed in-order
to be redirected
All parts require different energies
We are sustained
We are nourished
Free to choose our nourishment
Taste – some bad – some good
Also Required also to sustain and nourish our mind – psyche
Along with bread and wine the Bible
Sustain and care & feeding of the Entire Being-
Bread for fiber
Wine for the heart,
Humility to treat pride,
Love instead of hate
Faith and trust
Our share of the community of man
Prayer 2011
Prayer – 2011 – HT Wagner
What I learned about prayer-
I learned from puppies and kittens-
Sustaining nourishment – taken in increments
It is essential nutrients for survival
If they are cut off from sustenance
They will likely turn to dust
Like all people
We are a busy nation full of hungry people
“It is all about me”
Asking others to do things for us
Begging off our duties
Eating out
So much time
So little prayer
So much time worship our Ego idols
2nd house
3rd car
Sports at the stadium
Where is the Love?
God Slipped Out – 2011 – HT Wagner
My cat Gunther is a “godly” cat
When I seek him
He runs away
If I sit quietly – he will approach
And purrs
He feeds me with his warmth and gently spirit
I feed him to keep him around for another day
He entertains me by
Showing his nimbleness with a ball
He brings me dead mice –
to show off-
His hunting prowess and love perfected-
Love and Blessings – 2011 – HT Wagner
Love and blessings – originate exclusively from prayer
Mother Theresa believes that ‘everything comes from prayer’
She is right
Everything enduring comes from prayer
All things transient are brief and passing
Taking a piece of the Soul – as they exit
Leaving only an empty soul
Devoid that could have been appreciated and treasured
Devoid of kindness, compassion
And the essence of Good
We are at a precipice of apathy
Ego rules
Our graceless world saunters along
Kidding ourselves that we are “nice people”
Deluding our Soul
By going to church every Sunday
and pray like the Pharisees
The innocent bystander (Merton)
The Invitation to Pray – 2011 – HT Wagner
Use church to connect to community
Works of charity are good – necessary
Praying is also a work of charity
Spending time in reverent meditation
Dumps abundant grace into
“Our Collected Subconscious”
Every prayer does not go unnoticed
Not wasted-
Prayers empower the world
a little thin right now
Transparent
Unmistakably clear-
God Makes Sunsets – 2011 – HT Wagner
Just for me to show me his Craftsmanship
He brings in the fog, rain, thunder and snow
To let us know that
He is still in charge
So, if within us – God is not found
Look around clues and reminders
Of His Greatness
and unconditional love-
God’s Eye View – 2011 – HT Wagner
Creation is not unkind
Only balancing a checking account
With a savings account
Creation Corrections – 2011 – HT Wagner
Financial markets have corrections-
To maintain equilibrium and stability
So does Creation
Same dynamics
Supply interruptions–Drive up the costs
Equilibrium
Water finds its own level
Wars – the carving knife of creation
Balance and thin the population
Wars remove the cancer in society
Wars are fought with the Y chromosome carrier
The knights
Conquistadors
All warriors over time
Planting their seeds – the real conquest
Natural disasters
Serve to make humanitarians out of us all
Bring other together
in collaboration with Creation-
Thoughts are Profound Critters -2011 – HT Wagner
Most of the time-
They are complex-
Thoughts are created in the Third Eye
Behind the two with which we see
Its function is to filter
It is better known as the ‘seat of Free Will’
Presumed or Negative thoughts
All must past through
Negative thoughts from
Prehistoric thinking gear
Weigh heavily on the Connected Subconscious-
Sinking like a lead they are identified as “incoming”
Mind’s eye sifts for the truth-
Distorted or drunk—and
Needs to be “parked” outside
So as not to muck up the works
Scholarly, happy/sad, and proper thoughts
Are welcomed with open arm
They bring all thing good
Happiness, holiness, good humor
And buckets of grace nuggets for the
Collected Unconscious treasury reserves
The Shade is Closing – 2011 -HT Wagner
The brightness dims
Night is upon us
Stillness sets in
But it is all for fun
Fun for some
But not or all
The wallflowers come out
Timid no more
The street sweepers
Sweep under cover
Milk man brings fresh milk
For children asleep
The sun masks the face of the night
Exposed for all to see
Confession of sort
Senses the remorse
Yields silently to the
Noonday “Son”
God’s Eye View – 2011 – HT Wagner
Creation is not unkind
Only balancing a checking account
With a savings account
God’s Eye View – 2011 – HT Wagner
Creation is not unkind
Only balancing a checking account
With a savings account
Creation Corrections – 2011 – HT Wagner
Financial markets have corrections
To maintain equilibrium and stability
So does Creation
Same dynamics
Supply interruptions–Drive up the costs
Equilibrium
Water finds its own level
Wars
The carving knife of creation
Balance and thin the population
Wars remove the cancer in society
Wars are fought with the Y chromosome carrier
The knights
Conquistadors
All warriors over time
Planting their seeds
Was the real conquest
Natural disasters
Serve to make humanitarians out of us all
Bring other together
Find the root cause-
Use prayer to tap into the energy of the Universe
Our mind (psyche) is the center or the personal Universe
Prayer is a conduit
Our being draws on the energy at the center
Connected consciously-
Power increases proportionally by focusing on subconscious ways
Our vision becomes a plan
Visualizing what was not seen before-
Minds learn to trust and believe
Addictions – world solution to cover the pain-
Slows to a weak pulse
The structure collapses around itself-
All things are possible through prayer-
Ask and you shall receive-
Sin tears the fabric of the soul
Confession is our soul speaking the Truth
Real self stepping up to take ownership
It is ours to own
Ours to change
‘When it rains – something grows’
Nailing sin to the Cross
Leave more room for love
Forgiveness – Peace
Parents
Parents love
Teach
Correct
Some frown
Some smile
Some are seen as villains
Some heroes
Feeling get hurt
Fear makes us hide things – that should be aired
Parent want their handiwork to be perfect-
A child only wants acceptance – love-
In reality the child is complex
Caring and imperfect in many ways
Teaching acceptance-
Test it –
Nothing is ever as bad as it seems-
Even parents have imperfections and they are still love-
Fairy Droppings (Evelyn)
Surgery done
Healing begins.
Tiredness, tenderness, no energy,
But still the dog must be walked…
Next to the leash rests a small piece of candy and a stick of gum.
Droppings from my fairy-godlike mother.
I smile and a healing warmth moves through me.
Each day more “fairy droppings” appear…
Ding-dongs propped by the cookie jar,
An ice cream treat left in the freezer,
More paper wrapped candy pieces and sticks of gum…
Each creating a quiet smile and more healing warmth.
Beauty Refined – Ode to Evelyn
Beauty was a flower
A perfectly carved work of art
I saw beauty in a sunset
Beauty means no imperfections
Now – with her near me – things seem to take on a new dimension
a patina of forms & lines
of depth and color
The lines in an old woman’s face
Carved and scarred by time
Now appears have a rhythm and a tale to share-
A field of broken and dried flowers
Become a synergy of form and hue
Healing
Growth disrupted – must heal
Healing process only begins after trauma
Nature on it own – heals – rebuilds
All living things innately heals
Healing enables us to be human
Make mistakes
Healing allows us to take risks
It is ok to hire
We ill Heal!
April 30, 1995
Early Morning at Waterbury Home- St Louis
It is early-
She wants to watch Mass on TV
But she cannot remember the channel
It is hard to remember
She gets confused
I set the channel for her
and she reaches for me-
I think for a grateful hug-
But instead she whispers – Wish Pop Happy Birthday!
Today is his birthday!
7:30 Mass
Fasting.
Black bag in tow (holding her 56-year-old prayer book).
And dressy shoes —with high heels.
No “Walking Crane.”
Like an old ship, she lists her way to Mass.
Stability, safety are not an issue here.
It’s respect.
She must look her best for Mass.
Her everyday “clompers” will not do!
Somehow I know that the angels will bear her up if she stumbles!
His Shop Lies Empty
March 9, 1998
I found him,
So peaceful.
He had told me that he would just sleep away.
His heart was weak after 90 years of toil.
It was in “doing for” that made his being
But simple tasks now made him sick.
His mind and will, so strong
Life was not worth living if he could not “do for” others.
He took care of his mother after his father died.
He stayed with her until all the younger brothers and sisters were grown.
He gave Evelyn the family that she had never known.
They gave us focus by keeping us God-centered.
They taught us what is important by giving.
They gave us success by teaching us to serve others.
They gave us joy because there was no room left for sadness.
They were simple people, needing little.
All he desired was affection,
He needed to know that he was loved.
His shop lies empty.
But why do I feel like I did not do enough?
I gave because I had plenty.
They gave, even though they had little.
His shop lies empty.
My work group sent flowers to me,
I took them to his shop.
A Piece of His Soul
March 9, 1999
I knew when they came to live with me
That this is where he would die…
I instinctively knew & reminded myself daily
Knowing the inevitable.
I was sure that I would be be ready
For the time when he left.
I remember waking at 3:00 AM
The morning he died.
I felt a sudden saddening of emptiness.
I knew a part of me was no longer there.
I was not as prepared as I planned to be.
It was that moment that I understood agape love.
The bonding love that binds and links life force.
& anchors
Tethers to the ground of confidence
That one free to aspire & create..
Now, one year later
The sadness does not leave.
Nor is it filled …
As I fill my life with nothingness
The emptiness is always there.
It almost becomes a companion,
Reminding me of what is worthwhile.
Longing for that place that I call home.
The bond of Attachment not broken by death or time
It was knit
Like a ticking bomb…
My ear to the pocket watch in his bib overalls
As he rocked me to sleep
Sealing tightly the attachment bond – Taut
Remembering Sleepovers-JJ Descends – 2008 – HT Wagner
Thoughts from the night before – four-year-old grandson JJ – (Jackie Papers) – In the early AM — JJ descending from his 2nd floor lair – to find his pancakes for breakfast-
He said: “Nana, you have a ghost in your house!”
(stated very clearly and not in his usual 4 year old, halting vernacular)-
Hmm…She thought (with apprehension)
‘Well, what did He say?
‘Please help me to know Him’ – JJ said – (uncharacteristically distinct)
Hmm…?? (she mused)
JJ Descends – the night before-
Tonight, she – (Puff the Magic Dragon) – went into her cave-
Waited for Jackie Papers – But he came no more-
usually afraid of the dark – he chose to slept on the sofa in the great room and not in his grandmother’s room on his pallet-
Her tears fell like green scales-
Knowing that childhood had been exhaled-
Loveliness of innocence now filling now his ‘cup of greenness’-
Spent-was the loneliness & fear-
His honor & integrity will now become his own-
and not necessarily that of those who are shepherding him-
His mind will rule his reason-
Will morality be a friend to his soul?
or a foe to his ego-
Or will the Ego-Beast bark loudly-
Claiming his soul as Ego turf?
JJ ascends – the Star Wars begin-
Will Luke want to follow the Beast or fight
When Darth Vader Calls?
Will he put on the garb of Luke-(that she sewed for him)
or fall to the Dark Side of the Force?
The Dark Side has no “SON’[1] to give him energy-
Will it be his spiritual ‘ground zero’ for his darkest hours?
Will the point on his Ego be the jumping-off point?
His lightsaber – closest to his ignition point?
Will he have courage to do the right thing
and claim his birthright?
Birthright – only won by well-crafted control of his Ego-
Innate is the gold core of truth-
Whose very make-up stands not
for any violation of the Truth-
Life’s process becomes –
Letting go is not always easy-
JJ now in college – Honor student, Latin scholar & All-state swimmer as a Freshman in H.S.-Star Wars Won ?
Awake – HT Wagner
Awake
But not
Alive
Incoming arrives – glares
The stars know
but care not to share
The Planets align
In fancy formations
Heavenly hash
The Wheels of the chariot
Creation bound
Turn & Retrograde
Refit
The pain of the hour
Waxes & wanes with the Moon
It is in not knowing that we know
It is believing that we trust-
It is dying that we are born to Eternal life
I Feel Nothing – for the 1st Time – HT Wagner
Where have You gone
In my darkest hour?
Paralyzed by emptiness
Left me adrift
In a sea
still
wind dead
motionless
Hot July day-
suffocating & wanting rest-
no resolution to be found-
Stumbling blindly in the dark
Through the thicket of well-meaning souls
who know Sadness
Solo – without companions
All begging for space
Attention to themselves only
Thoughts encapsulated in placebo
But they still work to create
I know You sometimes
sometime not-
Where would I be if I fell between Your hands?
It is Better to Consider – Than not Exist at All – HT Wagner
Existence
Consider life’s condition
Albeit not for everyone
Existence on many planes
Finds strength through all adversity
or idles motionless without a wind to propel
All life moves forward with a gale or a hint
Days when dazed by none-the-less
Backseat to living life forward
feeling not worked out
Become carrion – decaying flesh to be hold
Spontaneous Poem Writing (Class)…
Prompt was given & 10 minutes to compose a poem:
April 26, 2013 4:17 PM
LLI Impromptu poetry class – Prompt Words- “Silly Similes”
The wet weather wears on my inner women
but silly smiles remain
Happiness abounds with abundance
The flood come down in buckets of buckets
The soul has holes
And it cries and weeps
The puddles gather below in the pond
And “Isles of langer hans”
The light is no where to be seen
The darkness hides the Son
Without the Son’s enlightenment
We are
LLI Impromptu poetry class – Prompt Words:
Bananas, oranges, tropical fruit
Monkey food..
I told Virginia that the peel contains 2.5 time the antioxidants, the
in the sweet core.
Virginia – recovering from a knee replacement
& a Coca Cola addiction.,.
said she heard thatIn the wild, the Monkey’s do not eat the peel
HMMM I thought a bit..
Wonder why that is?
Eating the sweet & tasty
& leaving the really nutritious food for trash-
Sounds a bit like “fast & “processed white” food to me.
Stop monkeying around
Get serious
Only it you have to-
Only the good die young
It is because the don’t monkey around
They dive in and finish their list
Before we even start
Monkey Minds belong in the zoo
Eating fast & processed food gets them
Locked in confinement of their Money Brain
Infrastructure left on the floor of the jungle.
Thoughts abound & rebound
All in the wrong places
ADDHD the wise doctor says
Ritalin
When eating plant protein
Would solve this problem & a zillion more
Any way how many monkeys do you see flying airplanes or designing tall building ??
LLI Impromptu poetry class – Prompt Words-
“She was Already Dead When I Got There”..
She was mostly fettered & barren long before..
There she was, in all her blaming glory…
The neighbors came by to throw their last respects..
Respecting not her presence,
But rejoicing in the peace she left behind…
Her wake was a wake of her omissions
Her children from near & far
Brought homage as one would give to one
Who had never lived..
Her legacy towered over….
Loomed as grey shadows in the darkness,
But nothingness filled her meaningless eulogy
A rare spark of light shined through as they laid her to rest..
The synergy of family
Magnetically
Magically
Wove a thread of the fiber of her being to
The next link
The broken chain was fastened…
The part of life that she was never
Brought cohesion
Unity
Togetherness
A Grand Finish to behold
Karen’s bad dream: 2 almost extinct birds & created a new species…
LLI Impromptu poetry class – Prompt Words-“Life is but a Dream”-
Life is an Impression…
A perception of reality
So “Who cares?”
Life is how we choose to filter the behavior of others
Bad behavior can be seen good,
If we think it
Life is uninteresting, if we think it
Sad, if we think it
Compassion, if we think it
Seething feelings
Becomes anger
at “perceived” hurt feeling
If we think it
A “put down”
An insult, only a perceived wound
Either take exception
Or don’t bother & just go fishing.
Cane could have…
Banal behavior reeks of thoughtlessness
Or Fast food..
Displacing dreams that will never come true..
Positive inertia will always displace the pessimistic kind
Kind behavior become sacks of…
Magnifies
Accumulates & even snowballs
Better than dysfunction,
Conflicting Afflictions,
Wars, bloodshed or being the Simpletons
LLI Impromptu poetry class – Prompt Words: “Blue ball, Juicy Orange, A church, Popcorn, Taxi, Jump rope”….
The blue ball rolled down the aisle of a church to a taxi outside,
where a bride & groom dodged pop corn pelted at them,
as they were driven off, toasting juicy oranges & champaign..
He tied her up with the Jump rope…and you know the rest…
LLI Impromptu poetry class – Prompt Words: Jumper, Lift, Clotted Cream
Lifting the jar from the refrigerator
Clotted cream – again
My coffee goes wanting
As does my life..
My children are hedgy
My house a fog
Lifts not..
My dog,
no where to be found
For comfort and consolation
Where is the friendly banter
Where are the friends
All at the casino
Drowning their tragic lives in triviality & boos
Where is the preacher?
Beatles said “Writing a sermon that no one would here”
Mrs Robinson know better
She thinks..any way
She arranges her life to be pleasing to others,
She manages to dodge the bullet of fate
By pretending she is…..What she is not.
Presumption muddles and hazes our relationships
The truth….only hurts feeling..
We can’t do that or can we?
Untruth or Lies authorize
& equip us to empower,
Enabling us to keep all our cattle & horses in the stable….
But are they happy there….
Well-fed with dried straw,
Instead of green grass, kernels of grain & seeds
Where they could roam & romp
And running and free
Breathing the sunshine & fresh air of truth
But instead are held captive to a life in a stall
Protected from the elements
Protected from the rapacious vulturous greedy minds
& the hearts & mouths of political correctness..
The horse was named Jumper.
Without a net…
Prompt Words: “I just love penguins”..
Penguins are tough
& dedicatedly loyal to their progeny
Like any other mother who is given a life to hold
Pander to
Revolve around like a planet,
& patiently coddle
In the harshest of surroundings..
They March to the sea
With the faith of Abraham
The promised land of provisions
To share with their helpmate
& chick
Why did God permit them to land at the South Pole
The forsaken, desolate outpost of creation
Where only the sea gulls & the polar bears roam
Home, home on the range of ice upon icy layer
The penguins of the world
Are die-hards who control impulses to quit
Stay in there & do the hard thing
Resist quitting
End up being more than was intended
A model for believers
To care more
Remain constant& faithful to the inner voice
Holding knife to the throat to stay in line
& March in the direction of the unseen sun. (Son)
January 3
Prompt words “Do you want to please or control ?
No rest in sight.
Man is on fire
Black Roses
On Fire
Lights on
When not expected
Nice to have
Mysteries await
Never
Unwind
Tell
Henry was driven
By the beacon inside
Hardware
Hard Man
To unwind, Basque. he was…
Tie loose sloppy bead of attachment
Fold into knots of greater escape
The Son also rises to shine
The Man is manless
And hard to find
Ask and you shall receive
Filter is clogged with limitations
With
The bonds are not broken
Only charges of hope
There
But hard to find
Listen to the Whisper
Find the Heart
& you will be fine
Fine as a fiddle
Fine as a fin
To swim to the design
Of the of the Cross
He made for you.
He provides encourages
Promotes life
Promotes justice
Fosters & brings bonds of endearment
Attachment
When all is won
Where will we go
If all goes to hell
Where will we go
The miner is missing
The collier
A ship carrying coal
A ship caring praise
Carrying promos
Necessarily ignighted
& turns the coal to dust…
Embers
Hardware to steady
Embrace
Redress
RemedyA set right
Set upright again
Grab what come your way
Or be left behind
He who sleeps…drops off
redress the balance
redress the wrong
Find the Prize
The proxemics – The knowledge of the space
To set between self & others…
Other,
The operative
Most relavant
Most connected
To be connected…
Most cherished & adored
Free space in between
Charged with promise
Hope of a Savior
Black Rosary in tow
To attend
To mention
To feel all
That sees beyond
The brand
The brink of the edge of disaster
The brink of hope
Death to the hopeless & life the other.
About 3:30 AM
Woke suddenly …Rosary was still in hand, clutched to my breast
3 breaths deeply breathed unconsciously
I knew I had something inside
That needed to get out…
Rosary of Mary
Roary of Life
3 beads of breath
Thirst
Swirl for the weld
of the Holy Spirit
A path to follow…
Erase all
Of “what might be”
The cloud is lifted
& the truth is revealed
The rosary of life
In a lovely path of beads…
To follow
To the knowing tree.
Tree of life
Tree tomorrow
All ready set before
Before time began
Looking the soup of the day…Wasabi Sea Weed
Resting on the counter
Inside the flavors were swimming
Becoming the soup of tomorrow
A poet’s dream-
Looking for hand cream
But no need to look
It was right by my side.
New Journal to record
The begins
The of a new Black Rosary
The Second Coming Meditation
Moisten my face
Moisten my soul
Be ready for a new day
Resting in arms
Swaddled & given to Mary
The Midbrain
The Host
The gate keeper to Her Son
Dawning in a new civilization
A new way of thinking
Pineal gland – a-pumping…
What I really want to know
Is the trip
The journal of the trip
from Henri to Dee to HT
The genesis
The evolution
So my kids
Grankids
Would know
What it is like to loose lithium
And be one with the Cosmos
One with the Cross
In a sentence
in a Word
The word was spoken…
Birthright won
The dragon of Puff
Has been slain
Chinks in the armor
Still a song in heart
Journey of a lifetime goes on
Under duress
Under pinned by faith, love & hope
Faith not in what is…
But what He could do
If He wants to…
Hope for tomorrow
Without any fear
Love unconditional
See only what is real
Perception is all theta is put before you
All what is not
All To pray
To be
Prayer germs all
To tie the knot of knowing not,
But creating a lovely tomorrow…
Holding the Black Beads
Dust to dust
I shall find life
After the deadness is gone
The deadness of numbness of what came before
the pearl
the Prize of over coming
the grapes struggling on the hillside
To make the finest wine
What is revealed to me
is what I always was
Me.
Poet
& lover of life, love & little nothing else.
the nothingness
Was an Idle
14 years of study in the arms of Mary
Nurtured
Prepared
Ready for tomorrow
Without the baggage
of preconception
or presumption
But clear vision of trust
Muddied by none
A piano to be played
Prayed
It is all there
Let it flow.
Boon my friend
Listen to him
Feel the joy of new
Realized
Refreshed
Renewed
Feed my hungry cat1
Fancy feast…
Fruit of the labor
Filling the path
That was always there.
Blinded
Sojourners all
Cats do not care…
There are just there
There for the purring
& petting
& faith
Fun
& caring
I leave it in Your Unblemished Hands…
St. John of the Cross-The Soul An Embryo
Care and feeding during Gestation
To avoid miscarriage
Feed only the fruits of love & joy
Rejoicing in material possessions & luxury will displace the ardor and zeal that is necessary for the development of a compassionate, generous, charitable and noble soul
A Gold Soul
Avoidance of self-love , arrogance, pride
The vanity of all desires of the will
Useless, pointless and worthless
is required for
Humility to develop and grow
Joy in hearing useless things give direct rise to distraction of the imagination
Criminal…
Abortion of the fetal soul threatened
Gossiping, envy, presumption with only a thin slice of the truth followed by un-serving and often fatal judgement,
In ordinate covertness
Power and strength are drained leaving retarded development of the soul
Lust, gluttony, anger, envy discord
Invite lack of charity to neighbor
The Chariot of God is often a Broken Vessel
Broken because it is governed by desire
Soul being carried inside
Can survive in a Broken Vessel
As long as the Ego beast is denied the sensor urges and desires
Denial of sensory goods will turn the vessel to God
The seven deadly sins will not kill the beast…only the Soul…
.Martha’s Children… 8:10 PM…
The Unattached orphans
Dedicated to St Martha & all of her minions…
Children who never knew their Mother
She was too busy with homemaking tasks to connect
She thought children were like plants
Just water now then
The SON will do the rest.
But they have stages
& wages to be paid for each phase
Stage grow into junctures
Doors that open the next Pandora’s Box
Never to be closed
Never to be redone
Each moment in time
Instantly
Indelibly
Permanently ingrained
& hauntingly …
Whole fabric works well when it is all there..
Torn fabric leaves a little to be desire
Weave it strong & true to begin with
Take care to maintain it with vigilance
Clean stains as the occur
Wear it gently
Add another layer when it is really cold
Love it tenderly
Respect the fabric of others & recognize their tears
Make repairs together
Fabrics are made of trillions of bits of thread
Each has fingerlings that touch the next
There are two competing lines of transmission
Ego’s line from within
God’s line to us
God is always talking
“Stiff Necked” Disorder
Direct not Warm
Extra sensitive feelings
Feeling hurt easily
Presumption
If thoughts are selectively to let the be rolled off &
Choosing to presume and take as insult
Thoughts will escape the pre-adolescent mentality
& Grow into relationship building thought–bridges
Rather and walls..
Remember the Passion
Juan Ruiz – ‘never presume anything’
Pre-adolescent stage is for bringing this behavior to consciousness & correcting them.
Not recognized, they become “distorted thinking” as adults
Until God allow openness & curiosity
& a powerful & intelligent is built with will power,
In the MPC cortex with whole grain & fishes…The Brain
The Psyche will have no track on which to tread
They will remain in the Monkey Mind, intrinsic pre-adolescent mode
…that is all they know to do..
Monkey Mind (ANS) tries to turn all behavior into habit
Lazy Monkey…
Feast of the Loaves & Fishes it was a miracle…
Pasteurized dairy Kills the demons along with the angels
Along with killing the demons, pasteurized dairy the angels.
They become free radicals to be disposed in brain, heart.joints…
Along with killing the demons, pasteurized dairy the angels.
They become free radicals.debris
I Spanked a Monkey Today
The Monkey was unable to understand
Why he should take care of his mind
The instructions were perfectly clear
Un-restrictions & meat was
All that was clear to him
He liked it like it is…here in the monkey tank at the zoo
Muddled & dysfunctional
Christ came through…
The Miracle Mind was especially designed
For those who aspired to higher thought…
& Christ told him that it was okay
He was not equipped
But would be soon
The science of Mostly Me was out-of-date
& in need of an upgrade.
Will soon be on the shelves & computers everywhere…
That even a monkey will be able to read
But needed the 3-D glass filters of plant protein & fishes
No one knows how to translate empathy
To a monkey minded professor of what is
What is
Is not to others who live in the cloud
The skies of the Dome above Rocky Mountain below-
January 15, 2013
The space where angel tread.
Animal Protein..Altered GMO (Milled grain or Over-Heated Dairy)
Mind Food not fit for Humane Consumption
Empty Space
It where God is
God is the space between Matter
Holding in suspension
All things
For all eternity
God is all things in abundance
God never shows His Face
But seeing the Unseen God
Is Looking into the eyes of “Other”
Monkey Minds cannot see God
Minding their own business
Selfishly guarding their space
Not knowing that God is there within it
The Monkey Brain falls short of perfection
Has not the space within
Spurns it
Rejects doing what others say
Breast beating display
Announces that he is god
A god not seen is no threat
To a Old Temple
The Binary Mind heralds:
Food: must taste good,
Only criteria
Oblivious to nutrition,
Wants the sweet…loss is just ok
Fast food, eat the sweets
& remove the coarse nutrition & other nutrient that get in the way of taste
Matthew 10:34
New International Version (NIV)
34 “Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth.
I did not come to bring peace, but a sword-
End to Homelessness 