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, May 16, 2014
creative energy
you are not a creation - you are the metaphor for the source of creative energy - the birth place of majesty - the ocean of honey and milk - knowing this alone can liberate you from false identity - the prison of a limited form.
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