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, February 19, 2016
spontaneity
existence raises herself
into a divine poetry and
seducing laughter
and sweet music ---
when we live not from the
echo of past memory
but from this moment,
the sacred ground
of spontaneity.
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