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 29, 2011
when the full moon dissolves
when the full moon dissolves into your smiles
when your breath turns my lips into a flower
when your single touch stops the earthquake
how come I don't kiss your holy hands!
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