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, April 13, 2015
breath of life
Allow the breath of life to flow naturally, on its own. It does not need your help. Don’t interrupt the music of the universe. Remember that what is suppressed and kept under control will eventually erupt and become out of control.
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