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, January 31, 2014
breaking news
I don't have a breaking news for you - I have endless supply of wine and milk and honey waiting for you between the canopy of your dreams and eternity. Come drink this love. You won't be afraid to shine, to be open, simple and kind.
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