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
worn out with reasons
I know you are already worn out with reasons, tired of fear and worries - come rest inside this heart - enter this poem- drink from the pool of this love.
No comments:
Post a Comment