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.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Like a tree
Like a tree,
stand vigilant-alive
and connected
and alone-empty-vibrance
When it appears (just on the surface) tensioned-dismal
you may go out at times and wander and roam---
but believe in your light, dear one, believe,
you can always find your way home.
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