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, November 14, 2013
struggle between right and wrong
When your choice Is to be here with what is, Life jumps, startled at her own beauty and you will no longer struggle between right and wrong or good and evil - and every single particle in your body weaves sweet light.
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