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
Someone who’s rude
Someone who’s rude,
someone who hurts
another human being touches me
the same way as someone who’s
tender and compassionate
because I know someday
when he/she wakes up
to his/her own true nature
the earth and the sky
cannot hold his/her beaut
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