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
in the face of chaos
the heart
is like a flower -
once it is crushed open,
it gives off a fragrance
that is so majestic that
we forget our safety
and start dancing
in the face of
a chaos.
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