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, August 31, 2010
All I hear is That
Like milk from cactus tree
Love is pouring around me
And inside me.
All I breath
All I see
All I touch
All I smell
All I hear
Is That.
How
has this found me, any way?
I don't know.
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