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
deepen your gift
Don’t run away, said sorrow to a flower - I am here only to kiss you, open your heart and deepen your gift - The flower moved closer to her petals, turned herself Into a sweet, chaotic fire And scattered her ashes across the sky.
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