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, March 16, 2012
the wine of forgiveness
Someone
Who follows you and points his fingers
To your past follies is not free.
He is in a deep sleep galloping
on the horse of the past.
It is never too late
to touch him, wake him up
and offer him a cup filled with
the wine of forgiveness.
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