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
waiting for something better
Isn’t waiting
for something better
all your life
an eternal punishment
while this moment
itself is a vast ocean
throbbing and palpating
with everything
that is necessary
for life?
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