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.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
space where you can dance
A poet's job
is not to finish a poem
nor to agonize over a grammar
or structure of the poem.
A poet's job is to point to the music
in your heart,
to remind you the beauty of this moment;
to be a divine space
where you can dance freely.
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