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.
Friday, September 13, 2013
the beloved’s eyes
This moment Is not a promise It is not a conclusion. It Is a chance to give off more light, To be more alive, To gaze at every heart With so much goodness So that the beloved’s eyes Become our own.
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