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.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Making wine
Oh, friend!
My heart has been busy lately
Making wine out of grapes
from this meeting with YOU.
Come, beloved one! Come!
I am still here feeling
the music of your smile on my face.
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