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, February 14, 2013
you can touch the one
When your hands rest on your chest, you can touch the one that makes you sing and dance and laugh. You can feel the one that keeps intoxicating you.
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