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, December 8, 2011
thousand dormant volcanoes
Here is what happens
most elegant one:
Every moment I remember you
Countless stars in this body,
The thousand dormant volcanoes,
The music I have never heard before,
the flowers no one ever smelled
Come alive again.
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