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.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
You are beautiful
You are not handsome or pretty. You are beautiful. You are more beautiful than you ever think of yourself You're more beautiful than the concept of beauty. You are more beautiful than all the treasures in your safe.
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