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
this morning around three
this morning around three,
I was holding a child
on my shoulder and walking
in the house for nearly an hour.
when I look a little inside,
it was actually the child
who was holding me
within her infinite
innocence.
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