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, May 27, 2011
if a lotus
if a lotus can grow out of dirt and mud,
rise above the water and blossom,
you too, my dear friend
have the gift to turn your sorrow
into a song;
your pain into a rose garden.
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