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
quality time
there is no such
thing as quality time.
time cannot be quality.
when we merge with the
force of life and become
awake, you've touched
the eternal and time dissolves
because it is not real
in the first place.
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