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Recent offerings for a meditation group

 

‘ Draw me into the flames of Your love. Unite me so closely with You that You live and act in me….It is all about love melting in Love.’

St Therese of Lisieux.

‘Just as those who look at the sun cannot but fill their eyes with light, so they who always have a steady gaze into their heart cannot fail to be illuminated…for the heart is our knowing centre, the place of Divine encounter…God speaks in the great silence of the heart.’

St Augustine.

 

A re-fertilised Lords Prayer

Blessed Mother-Father of the Cosmos,

whose delight flows through us in wave and particle,

whose presence is with us always

and whose Spirit dwells within.

Hallowed be your Name of names.

May your kingdom come,

and may your pleasure manifest in us in light and form,

to shine in our lives and on this earth,

just as it does in everything and no-thing.

Thank you for giving us this day.

Thank you for freely pouring out all that we need for sustenance,

nourishment and growth.

As we turn away from your enduring love,

forgive us for these times of un-ripeness.

Oh Birther of all that is and that is not,

forgive us when we trespass against you and those you put in our lives,

and help us forgive those who trespass against us.

Keep us from yielding to temptation,

and guide us away from anything or anyone who distracts us from your highest will.

Divine Light of light,

Deliver and protect us from all that is unripe and guide our spirit

that we may sparkle like jewels in a thousand petalled lotus flower.

Water plentifully our individual and communal roots

so that your living desire may blossom within us.

For all glory, power and abundant ripeness are yours almighty God

Just as it was before the beginning-ness,

it is now and always shall be radiant in Oneness and Love without end. Amen

This adaption is based around a guided centering prayer meditation offered by Maria Gullo (accessed via Insight Timer App), it is fertilised by the words of Neil Douglas Klotz and watered into further growth by Glenn Mower.

 

 

Open the pores of my heart Lord

Open to pause in our hearts

Breathing your love in me

Breathing out Unity.

 

Posted on by Glenn Mower

An ode to sleeplessness and pain.

Your

suicide
dial
reports
soars
digging deep
into
petal sharp
flex
of
inverted
pride.
scoring
soft
flesh
you say
drains
thought
poppies thought
too
sickly weak
to
salve
numb
fumbling
regrets
of
past
pressed
days.

still.

fidgetting
with courage
you
continue
to name
marauding
nights
touched
distantly
in said
blood clots.
you
scratch
to grip
to
gulp too

tap
tap
tap.

fingering
your sayings
tap, tap
moves we
to call and response
Water
Sister?
No, not that
and pushing
down
preciously
down upon
your plastic teat

you

trickle
sweet saltings of sweat you
imbibe wounds until
they hatch
in overwhelming
whelps of weep-ful-ness
while
in otherness
aches and strains
invite us both
to once again
card-board chew through
battle fallow fields
to warp the walk
from
ego stress.

till
till
tilling
un-
countable
fillings of
past soiled
future
sores
intimate
groans
and
sleepless ness
distanced
becomings
re-erect themselves
in this now
upon
hoarding pillars both
bile and blue
spent and
deformed
with these new
warming
spirits despaired
and passed
between us
in momentary
fragmented
truth

rest awhile

my broken flower

yes

you

my fullness of
stiff regret
breathe and stretch and
profess
movements to soften
further
varicose spills of
forty per-cent
night-time
armistice

you of this
new hope-ful-ness
wishing to
ward off
immersed
confusions of chemical lash
burning yearnings that
crisp the crust, that
deadens dawning grief
in low familiar
yawning dusk
flow slow from
those darkening swills
that translucent soak
so melting here the
salted cubes this
fleshed disbelief
may dis-

appearing again ‘for Christ’s sake,’ you say

‘surely,’

you pause to re-orientate to re-find your currently wearing face within this worn out journal stock:

‘surely, this time, I’ll re-find relief and solid ground within this rolling reef, this ice bound rock.’

and

watching
as you regather
as your precious life
leaves in my lap such

absurdly poetic

stuttering words

of

thanks

I wonder at your strength

I ponder over your wisdom-filled beauty 

Shall we see
shall share again these un-
speakable, most legible most
tenderful privileges of groundings
grown deep within
these suffering joys, these
witnessings of transforming pain.

‘Whoever is willing to serenely bear the trial of being displeasing to herself, that person is a pleasant shelter…It is enough to recognise one’s nothingness and to abandon oneself, like a child…‘

St. Therese of Lisieux (1873-1897), aka: ‘The Little Flower.’

(Quoted from Richard Rohr: Eager to Love p.111 & 114).