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, August 10, 2012
Fresh basil
Truly Sincerely The heart
opened up to smell something sweet, Something very sweet today and the entire body of the sky,
the wind and the whole earth gave off the sea of fresh basil.
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