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, July 9, 2014
constant pulsation
Who you are Is not the name your parents gave you When you were an infant – You are neither Megan nor Abdul Hakim - Who you are is the energy that makes the universe move at a constant pulsation.
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