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.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Without An ounce of fear
Without An ounce of fear or doubt, Let the tornado of love sweep you - Let the flame of kindness consume you Completely. Anything or anyone That stands between you And the glory of your inner Brilliance is not Worth-kissing.
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