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, April 17, 2013
the sun and a sunflower
This morning I watched a thousand trees drunk and ecstatic, dancing to the Same music. My friend, remember: - Everywhere you go Love wants to touch you. Be sure to be available and empty first. Be the sun And a sunflower in a child’s
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