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.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
direct taste of love
It is not The series of scholarly lectures Nor second hand information about love that waters our scorching soul - It is rather the direct taste of love itself that leaves you utterly drunk
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