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.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
making a living
Don’t settle with making a living Or paying bills. Be the art of living and the mystery of life itself. Stay present when you tie your shoes or brush your teeth.... Your heart’s illumination Can set the sky On fire.
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