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.
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
resisting what is
One of the reasons
you continue to struggle is that
you are resisting what is -
because you want to be safe
and you are trying to know
too much.
You are trying to reduce the unknown
into a known entity, into description,
into words and phrases.
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