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.
Friday, May 27, 2016
pointer
Everything is a pointer.
the moment of great silence
shows we’re giving birth to infinity.
the fragrance a flower
pointers to our own
inner perfume.
Laugher happens
to us when the mind
stops chattering
and we enter the region
of grace.
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