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
there is no single being
There is no
Single being or form
Or body that is not
ripped open
by the power of love – Even seemingly Solid, opaque and impenetrable physical form can be an entry into infinite splendor and laughter –
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