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.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Something inside
The caves might not have echoed it yet
and words might not have said it yet
but dear one,
something inside of me constantly gravitates to
something inside of you.
...What calling do I have now
other than
chanting a friend
that has no expiry date.
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