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, February 14, 2014
the sky and the earth and the oceans ---
when we forget that the sky and the earth and the oceans and the woods and I and you ------ are jasmine flowers emerging from one heart – we continue to fear and suspect one another .
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