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, August 11, 2011
dust on the ground
Once you taste union with the beloved
Then you know separation is very pricy.
Tell me the truth. Can you buy it?
there is a desire and there is longing
then examine where they are taking you.
If they take you to light,
even the dust on the ground
will rise to kiss your feet.
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