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.
Friday, September 12, 2014
a mystic
a mystic does not have to be at a particular place or with a certain person to be happy and content - Every person is his own mirror and every place is the harbor of immense goodness, the entry into the heart of heaven.
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