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, August 6, 2014
point of view
when you look at a person or the sky with your own point of view - with your past experience - with a monologue in your mind, what you can see is not the real person or the sky - it is your own point of view.
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