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 23, 2016
your own projection
if you cannot
find love in yourself,
if you cannot find peace
in yourself,
you cannot find it anywhere
in the world
because the world
is nothing other than
your own projection
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