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, March 21, 2014
missing someone
missing someone or something or somewhere comes from an attachment – and this can be
limiting taking you way from the deep mystery of hereness – remember you are the balcony where all of them gather for a delicious meal and a glass of wine.
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