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
divine illumination
The heart is not a cabbage. don't let it close down on you. If your doors and windows are not open to the evening moonshine, how are you going to be washed with the divine illumination?
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