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
perceived sense of time
when you dwell
inside the perceived
sense of time, you
become limited and feel
the heaviness of old-age each day.
when you recognize
the timeless mystic deep
within your being,
you touch the eternal.
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