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, December 7, 2012
the ocean roars in the desert
Sometimes the ocean roars in the Desert. sometimes the moon rises in the day and the sun at night. This is because the roaring and the rising is from inside.
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