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, October 19, 2012
mountain across the street
You might not have noticed this; I am a mountain across the street from where you live. Days and nights I keep echoing your splendor back to you so that you know how beautiful you are.
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