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, March 28, 2013
The moment you cannot find yourself
The moment you cannot find yourself in everything you see, the moment you forget your true name, the moment you struggle, you start find faults with the way the universe moves.
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