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 20, 2013
Your worries
Why do I keep
Saying that your worries Are only mind-created and so they are not real? Because when you look at them, Each one of them, with clear, honest eyes, Very closely, without blinking, They will leave their cages and evaporate.
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