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, July 25, 2013
your quesiton of safety
Someday
You will find the courage to
Know who you are and
it will be clear to you
That your question
Of safety or security
That usually makes you
Sleepless and fidgety is nothing
More than an illusion.
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