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.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Love
You are a living witness;
About love
So much as been sung
So much as been written and so much as been said…
The word that has not yet been said
The song that has not yet been sung
The poem that has not yet been composed
The space that has not yet been touched…..
That is LOVE
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