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.
Saturday, March 26, 2016
bitter and sweet
You suffer
mainly because you are busy
avoiding what you assume is bitter
and running after what is sweet.
Sometimes what tastes sweet
can be poisonous and what is bitter
can be transforming.
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