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.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Your heart is Singing.
Love
has Chosen to Live inside my heart forever, Turning me into a
flute or An orchard. Everyone who passes by Stops to listen. At this point All I can say is Dear friend, listen Your heart is Singing.
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