Dear friend:-
You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Looking for you
I trekked far away lands, surfed the oceans,
climbed mountain chains,
Crossed deserts and combed African jungles
I flew to east and toured west
I traveled north and south
Looking for you.
Exhausted, hopeless and resigned,
I came home
And I found YOU.
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