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.
Monday, May 12, 2014
ancient rocks
be eager like a reindeer - live without conclusions – let your love affair with your inner intelligence be unwaveringly intimate - you are abundant rain in the desert - I am your face on the ancient rocks of tranquility -
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