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, October 13, 2015
broken rib
a broken rib may not be healed by trying to repair it all your life but by understanding the nature of things and looking at them exactly the way they are - deep allowing is an art and an alchemy that can turn copper into gold.
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