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, March 22, 2011
The one
Don't talk about resistance any more.
the one who removed all my garments and
touched me with this loving serenity
has openly proclaimed my freedom.
With the tasting of wild honey
the heart knows precisely
where to go.
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