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.
Friday, January 8, 2016
the echo
In the deepest part of you there is hidden music – when you listen, its generosity and wildness will take you to the place of true liberation – this is the sound of the beloved – Everything else is the echo.
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