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, February 8, 2011
If only you could be silent
Beauty grabbed me by my elbows and
drew me to herself and said to me: -
Dear one
I want to touch you with my naked sweetness
I want to be known to you fully.
If only you stop describing me
If only you stop thinking about me
If only you could be silent now.
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