Creator, Comforter of All,
Be my Guest.
Open my heart
To Thy quietest request.
Teach me Thy Will
So I might Be…
Less of self
More like Thee.
Creator, Comforter of All,
Help me be aware
Thou art always with me.
When you get out of the habit of listening, the voice of the Inner Master becomes weaker and weaker. Not because he is speaking in a quieter voice, but because you have turned down the volume control on the inner instrument of Soul.
There is a stream of consciousness from the mind that constantly goes through you. Chanting your word or HU keeps the stream pure. People who stop chanting or stop the spiritual exercises can all of a sudden fall into depression and negativity. They don’t know why.
It happens because that stream of consciousness, the play of the mind, has become polluted.
The singing of this sacred prayer song or name of God purifies the thoughts which lead to your actions. It makes for a happier, more harmonious life.
You’ll find by listening more and practicing the spiritual exercises every day that upliftment comes gradually as you are ready for it.
—Sri Harold Klemp
Cabin fever has gone on too long
Time to write or sing a song.
Time to paint and make some color
Or a luncheon date with your favorite feller.
You know you want to
cover up your head
take hot chocolate back to your bed
Or go out on an adventure instead.
February has its ruse
But its purpose at the moment
Has escaped the muse.
Time for baking some homemade bread
to eat with hot chocolate back to your bed.
TIme for a haircut or some new spring shoes
Time for a night of jazz and the blues.
Cause this white on white on white
Has gone on too long…
Time for some hyacinths in my living room
And dinner party when they bloom.
Time for day with just the girls
Dig out the wee black dress and a string of pearls.
Time for me to stop complaining
With all this snow…at least it’s not raining.
as the writer
reaches for the quill,
as the artist uses colour
and hones their skill.
I seek to learn
as the musician
strokes the right key
I wonder in amazement of all the harmony.
All of nature begins to unfold
in the morning majestic sunrise
or in the evening’s reds and golds.
I am fulfilled in joyous gratitude
as the love of the Creator fills my life.
I reach out to another
to walk with them through strife.
I reach inward now to give thanks
at the end of my days
To live in loving service to share the love in praise.
No radio, no technology,
No book, no camera.
Just the solitary pleasure
of the apple.
Thankful she still has her own teeth
Her lips pucker in delight of the first sour bite.
How many wonderful stories about apples had she heard?
How many trees grew from just one apple seed?
How many folks would relate to the
simple pleasure of eating an apple
in the dead of winter?
she was blessed with pleasures of the apple.
Her spirit danced with joy.