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, May 4, 2012
art of sharpening
As a child I have learned the art of sharpening a knife by rubbing it against a rock. Now I know Beings who met each other Through the power of love polish each other with such precise brilliance.
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