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.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
the galaxies
I
Can write a book or start a talk show
Pretty much about everything.
About you, dear friend,
I confess, I can say
NOTHING.
Dear one
Don’t ever get destructed
By this elegance
Whose language
the galaxies want to
rehearse.
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