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, April 25, 2014
let a sky be a sky
Pressure Is a form of strife – let a sky be a sky – let an earth worm - be an earth worm -
---- Kindness begins with allowing everything to be as exactly it is -
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