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.
Monday, November 28, 2016
Authentic Illumination
Authentic
Illumination happens
when you see the sun
inside your own eyes –
when you smell a rose
inside your own heart –
when you see the moon
rising inside your ribs.
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