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, March 14, 2015
wings of darkness
Don't look for safety behind the wings of darkness - come out to a place where a divine fruit from your heart can nourish the universe - where a drop of your smile puts the whole sky on fire.
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