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.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
symphony of life
The willingness
to see everything
exactly the way it is,
without wanting it
to be different
requires a tremendous
strength, the strength
to merge with the
symphony of life,
to love with all
of your being.
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