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, June 3, 2011
Your dance
Your dance, my friend
shall not be caused by separation from yourself or
lonesomeness or any kind of dissatisfaction.
Your dance shall be a celebration of
life's own glory
when you can no longer contain your radiance
inside of you.
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