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
to be a thinker
First, one needs to be a thinker and experience it fully to realize that obsessive thinking can be a drug as well as a belief system and a false identification that could limit our creativity and diminish our pure beauty of being.
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