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.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
flower in spring
With the desolation and falling away of your little biography called me, you or she --- you will discover a deep freshness through which your authentic and higher self is allowed to burst forth like a flower in spring.
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