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.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
rising and falling
I was not
serious about anything in particular
nor had a desire to be at any place –
I was just following the rising and
falling of my ribs, the incoming and outgoing of my breath when I stumbled into a beloved friend also called radiance.
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