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, February 3, 2011
catching fire
O beloved one
You only opened your eyelids
Or slightly parted your lips for a smile.
By no means did you conspire -
To start a revolution
Nor strike a match:-
So why I am sweating all over
Why I am catching fire?
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