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.
Monday, January 19, 2015
an empty bowl
I am an empty bowl Vast, ordinary and without a rim, without edge and cover – without decorations - I am empty and naked as the sky and Pure as rain waters - Oh bee of endless wisdom! Come, flood me with the honey of eloquence.
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