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, February 23, 2012
constant dance of love
Life
is a constant dance of love
that no force can disrupt it.
but the very moment
you start thinking what will happen
in the future
or what has happened
in the past,
you miss her contact.
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