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.
Thursday, April 28, 2016
don’t edit your poems
don’t prune
your trees
don’t weed your garden.
don’t edit your poems.
Everything that emerges
is a sacred river flowing
within a river.
Have faith in the spontaneous
bursting of the unexpected
deep within you.
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