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, December 6, 2016
diving into deep oceans
Upon diving into
deep oceans,
or climbing high
mountains –
the ego writes a book or
takes photos
for defeating nature –
the mystic
bows down to each of them
and asks their
forgiveness for annoying
their peace-
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