In this spiritual exercise, you practice keeping an open heart throughout everyday life. It`s very tough; I have to work at it all the time too.
No one technique will work for everyone, but there are ways to keep your attention on having an open heart. Start with something you can love, even a pet or a plant, and just love it a lot. As love comes, let it pour through you.
The habit of love is catching; it builds, gains momentum, and becomes easier. But like a plant that needs watering and loving care every day, the habit of love takes constant attention.
Love won’t come through unless the heart is open. To work with an open heart is to love or care for something or someone more than you do for yourself. This is the first step to the divine love we are looking for.
—Sri Harold Klemp
Under the moon light, I have cause to rejoice.
In the silence basking,I can hear the Creator’s voice.
The spreading serenity, Answered the questions
I was not yet asking.
The embrace of loves light, surrounds me here.
The sound of the stars, Enter my being.
I am embraced by love,
light, sound, and the moon
I am seeing.
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By Harold Klemp
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“I would love to be in service
Said the wee maiden to the Mighty King.
“I would love to have glory and honours
Bestowed on me. Many villages my praises would sing.”
“I need you to serve in silence
Preparing the food for my wife
She is going to birth a wee child
We would like you to care for her and the new life.”
Her heart was breaking as she wanted to say
“I am trained as a musician and singer.
I want the freedom to do that.
I do not want to be a scullery maid…
Looking after the king, the queen and their brat.
In loving service, she smiled instead.
She served his wife…she made the bed.
She cleaned the private chambers
She made some special meals.
No one asked if she missed the singing.
No one cared to ask how she did feel.
She had a deep abiding faith.
The Creator was her friend.
One day in the garden while she was talking with him
A wonderful sunbeam broke through the clouds.
She thought she could hear him speaking to her right out loud.
“In the loving service, you give to others…
You are serving me. On that you can depend. “
Now, you all know how the story ended…
With her singing for years to the child as it grew.
So dear heart, when you do your part
The “love in the service” is up to you.
Somewhere in time,
somewhere in time
somewhere beyond time, beyond
the borders of restlessness, are the timeless
day mares displacing nightmare visions,
dancing on the shore of eternity
somewhere out of time, far out,
near in grace, share with some one,
the blessings compassion has taught you,
before forgetfulness sets in.
In other words, leaving empty spaces between
letters that weave understanding outstanding in words
that paint worlds of possibilities, arrested sentences
from whence they never came, are here just the same.
Somewhere, no where, anywhere,everywhere,
seekers search for meaning of what makes sense.
For all one knows is, well, not much if
one stops to think about it.
Don’t you know, better not to think
those thoughtless thoughts tumbling down,
down the rabbit hole, lightning strikes twice
burning away patterns that deny spiritual destiny.
Yet denial is not an option.
Get it, got it, forget it, going for it and yet, forsaking,
the true, real, of who you are.
Give yourself a break, cut yourself some slack.
Spirituality requires a knack that knocks loose
crusted cemented stonewalled and stalled,
jury dead locked deciding evidence beyond reasonable doubts,
doubting Thomas declaring, show me the bill,
what price to pay for spiritual ignorance.
Drowning in arrogance, retarded misconceptions,
no excuse, the law is the law, letter vs. spirit.
Somewhere, somewhere, out there, inhere, the
sharing is easy, serving is easy, in the compassionate
wayfaring adventures of the spiritual travelers.
All for one, that band of Brotherhood,
yes, the far-seeing ones, delighting in each moment.
Stay hungry for Soul food: nourishment of heart and
spirit, feed Soul naked truth supplements on sale,
as we sail through the cosmic seas to become
one for all again, and again, sacred sharing,
what are the elusive moments of knowing
beyond reasonable doubt?
There is certainty
of countless ways of counting blessings
brought to Soul each moment, only games have
leader boards, life is not a game,could be a test.
Somewhere in time it is found, life is real.
So reach out and touch someone, love multiplies itself.
You find that once up on a time
someone shared of themselves, to you,
when it was most needed, a lifesaver,
just in time for you to remember, that what was shared,
was something you shared with someone,
somewhere in time, yes, what goes around comes around,
stirring Soul memory, Wow !!!
That someone is you, guilty or innocent
as charged, to serve with Divine Love.
Rising in the morning mist of a new spiritual day,
new beginnings, start-up menu, the icons of
ones life, lifting higher, and higher,always
standing on holy ground.
The jury is in, the sentence is nothing less than
a lifetime sentence; it is so Divinely Ordered….
no time off for bad behavior, or good behavior,
for it is all the same, every experience is the Teacher,
We can always count on Life teaching us better.
So we learn to give and receive Divine Love
serving all life through a Compassionate Heart
somewhere in time.
Beside the peaceful lake…so serene it brought me quite awake.
The still waters began to flow. The lessons of many lifetimes of long winter nights left me now as I began to know. What a delight! The love of the Creator as It begins Its flow fills with me joy and wonder. As the hard ice pieces of many lifetimes are torn asunder.I am graciously endowed as on my inner knees I humbly bow.The buds are now starting on the pine.They reflect the awakening in this heart of mine. Beside the peaceful lake so serene it brought me quite awake. I am so very utterly serene as I bask in the love.
I am filled with joy for goodness sake.
This I heard today “With every legend there is a journey”
I wonder if it would be more accurate to say
Why is it that spiritual consciousness comes wrapped in stories?
Stories that touch the heart, awakening Soul to divine love.
Stories weave threads of remembering principles of holy spirit
within the fiber of our being.
So we are legends all;
Soul travelers of the far country who
journey beyond the world of man where only
Soul can journey, the struggles endured create
timeless legends before the fall, into divine grace.
No need to wonder how we got here or there,
or where in Gods name are we,
because the fullness of the Living Word
in stillness echos silent prayer songs,
forever playing the heart-strings resonating, bringing
recognition of the Beloved, abiding
within the temple of the heart,
calling each to stand united in our strength,
and strengthen our weaknesses,
as we love and serve one
another, while serving the Beloved on this sacred journey,
not as legends in our own minds,
but as Souls’ that have come together as God Lovers
navigating uncharted territory creating
new legends of Soul Journey’s, standing tall, bearing
witness; of this miracle of spiritual magnitude…
Soul legendary, beyond time and space…
who have climbed the mountain of God
and made the glorious choice to return
to this world to serve all life as a way to say thank you to
spirit for the gift of consciousness.
Why, you may ask do they do this?
Because they know one and all, and all for one, the difficulty of the climb,
and with selfless service, help other souls struggling up this
mighty mountain of God, so they may not lose their way.
Those who burn with the holy fire of God’s love,
as co-partners with the Beloved.
And are compelled to light the way for others who love God greatly.
The beauty of this miracle, is this wave of loving sacrifice;
We are legends all, fulfilling Gods’ will being done…..
For to discover the path of the Beloved and the walk to Mastership,
IS to walk back down from the top of the mountain of God.
To serve God among the human race and beyond time and space.
Yes these are the returning legends,
and their only desire, to give selflessly as co workers of the Beloved