What is really hurting you, my friend,
is your own pride and fear.
Once you are willing to declare
That they are just faking to be real
once you are aware they are not you
They will start to fall away,
fall away and shatter.
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.