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, October 21, 2011
wild sky
this morning
on my way to work ,
my eyes were fixed on the wild sky
vanishing into the sun's beautiful eyes.
This is how we all disappear
into each other when the walls between
us come down.
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