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, May 7, 2016
layers of little storage
If you want to be fair and compassionate
to yourself and everyone else,
empty the layers of little storage
in your mind every morning
before you come out to meet the world
so that whatever you see becomes
fresh and clean and original.
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