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.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
song of great stillness
In the civilization
that cannot stop
talking –
be willing to be a tender
soil out of which the song of
great stillness emerges -
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