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
white water lily
everything that has a beginning has an ending too. I want to meet you beyond the marked roads, in the heart of the white water lily where thought cannot follow you - It is not possible to be serious here.
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