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.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
your warm lips
tripped over failed stories
and broken dreams
I fell into the depth of your beauty
Oh what a blessing!
into the equators of your warm lips.
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