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
your beauty
i don't measure your
beauty by what you do for a living
or how many diplomas
you've earned
but by how you fall and rise
in the face of
a challenge and never
afraid to fall again
and again.
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