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.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
broken dry leaves
Just relinquish the habit
of disputing with the present moment;
Then you wake up and
realize that everything is surprisingly alive,
even the tiniest and
under your feet surge with the fountain of life.
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