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, May 29, 2013
Sound of teaching
Teaching is not limited to one location Or a specific time. It is everywhere And every time. The
teacher is Inside everyone and everything. Once you lose your interest in dreaming comfortably, You will wake up and hear the voice of teaching with a
distinct clarity.
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