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
I must do this
The mind that always says I must do this, I must do that --- Is telling you something - There so much restlessness and agitation inside of you and you are creating the world that is agitated and restless and unsatisfied.
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