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.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
dig the ground
The world
can only tell you
to get out there and dig the
ground for gold.
No body can tell
You, you are gold
because you have to
look inside and
discover it for
yourself.
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