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.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
The skin
after so much exposure to the heat of the sun and the cold,
after so much expansion and contruction,
beaten and thrashed ruthlessly, Stretched and nailed to the ground
drenched in chemicals,
The raw, moist skin from a sheep, turns into a drum
to make such a sweet sound!
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