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, July 15, 2013
your constant effort
Your feelings and emotions -
Your endless thoughts -
your constant effort
to meet
the world's expectation or
just to survive ---
all of these do not matter.
The universe knows you
As a precious gift for which
there is no substitute.
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