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, April 18, 2013
wake up and roar
It really makes me wordless To know everyone is a friend. And yet the real friend is not The one who helps you sleep Forever and ever and snore; A true companion is the one Who helps you wake up And roar.
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