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, April 13, 2012
holy illumination
The moment you befriend
the light within you
everywhere you look becomes
holy illumination
because within you the conference of galaxies
are blazing and chanting the word light
and you will see the legion of astronomers
scrambling their way into your heart.
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