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, October 11, 2013
your own farm
Don't go away, my friend, don't go away from here - Life wants to sit closely and snuggle with you. it is only when you become alien to your fragrance, you steal a sweet corn from your own farm.
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