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.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
mystic lover
A mystic lover would not look at you and say – you are a Christian you are a Buddhist you are a Muslim you are a shaman - - instead he says – you are the sun and in your heart all dreams awaken to the whispers of
love.
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