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.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
metaphor of life
When you look at a circle It does not begin anywhere and it does not end anywhere – when I look at you, dear friend, you don't start anywhere you don't end anywhere that is a metaphor for life itself and life is what you are.
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