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.
Monday, July 28, 2014
the beauty you are
What if
the beauty
you are
Cannot be said anymore? the moment I want to utter a word I choke and now I know whatever is trying to explain this elegance is a desire to control it.
you are
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