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, November 2, 2013
Who's making the bed?
Who's making the bed? and putting out candles.....? I don't know about you. I've become a drunkard and merged with the song of creation. time and distance does not exist for me and I have not yet done making love to the moon.
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