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 14, 2016
two choices to make
When hard time strikes
we’ve two choices to make –
to be broken into
little fragments and
disappear like dust
or to be broken
wide open and rise
like ten thousand suns.
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