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
beyond the illusion of superiority
when you are willing to move beyond the illusion of superiority or inferiority, lower class or upper class - you touch this deep mystery that everyone holds inside - that is the light of the universe.
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