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, October 28, 2010
Don't tell me
Don't tell me you're honey that lacks sweetness, the ocean that is
thirsty for water, the sun that hungers for light. Don't tell me you're a
king who goes begging for alms, a farmer starving for food, the moon crying for
a smile, a flower bereft of a perfume. Don't tell me my friend.
... and if I tell you ???
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