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, August 21, 2014
we turn to poetry
when the smallest of the smallest the most despicable and invisible, holds inside her the entire universe, we turn to metaphors and poetry and dance and music--- how else can we speak of this love!
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