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, June 29, 2012
Your authenticity
Your authenticity Begins to diminish the minute You start thinking Because thought has no ground in reality. After all The truth of who you are Cannot be pierced by the mind. And your essence is located far beyond your mind’s fantasy.
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