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.
Monday, February 28, 2011
winged remembrance
After all this years of waiting for miracles,
I woke up into a song
span from the moon's wedding ring: -
from falcon's shimmering feathers.
Oh, beloved friend
It is time I shall rise with a winged remembrance,
with morning vapors.
It is time I shall sing.
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