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, November 7, 2011
two hands
two hands come together
to wash history
from each other.
this is the meeting of two petals
on the same plant.
... they emit fragrance,
they make love like two rivers meeting.
if you are not fully here in this meeting of hands,
you cannot make love
you make frictions.
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