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.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
selling honey
I had to stand on my feet in this tiny shop
in a small dusty village
and vendor honey all day
until one morning
When my entire being
has already flowered into pure sweetness
that is ready to be shared and savoured
with a companion.
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