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.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
active volcano
Don’t Copy
what someone else does – Have you ever seen a robin singling like a nightingale? You’ve come here with your own active volcano ready to
erupt And Your own task Is awaiting your burning – Now show us your dance.
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