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 10, 2014
pearls and butterflies
Here in minneapolis the air is frozen - The ground is frozen - Cars would not start - and trees are frozen. We smiled and danced In the snow instead of resisting - Now everything has turned itself into pearls and butterflies.
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