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
love does not compete
look into your
inner being and breath.
You know love
does not compete.
When you speak
she listens.
when you listen,
she speaks.
and when not
driven by fear
and worry,
the world can
be a sacred
community.
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