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.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
we're already awake
In my neighborhood, In the early morning hours, Everything and everyone seemed to be in a dream, even the purple sky. Yet inside this deep longing, Inside this loving, We’re already awake.
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