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.
Friday, March 18, 2011
I am still you
Long before I was the sky and the earth
Long before I was the oceans
Long before I was the mountains and the trees
I was you, most beautiful one.
Even after all this growth and expansion and contraction
After all this burning and melting
I am still you.
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