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.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
brilliance entered my feet
as I was walking to the garage to start the car this morning, brilliance entered my feet Showing me grace springing from the tiny dusts of deep hunger – Oh! Praise to a friend Who emerges to awaken us to our own light the very moment we lose hope.
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