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, October 3, 2011
the sun will continue to shine
I can say this for sure, beloved friend;
It is complete futile
turning stones and plucking leaves to prove your worthiness
to someone who mirrors everything that
you are not.
If you say to the sun, you are worthless and stupid,
she will still continue to shine.
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