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, January 26, 2012
the organs in the body
All the organs in the body,
all the bones,
every single cell
and the hair on the skin, even the ones
that are beginning to gray: -
together are the orchestra
singing the abundance surrounding me
every moment.
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