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, February 2, 2016
in love with God
When you are truly in love with someone, a tree, a stone or an insect - - you are in love with God because from deep inside all things, no matter how big or small they look, they burn with the liquid flame of God.
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