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, December 1, 2016
cyclone of love
like a tree -
live your own
life -
stay open to
whatever emerges.
let the light
around you
enter your soul.
Let the cyclone
of love
whip through
your
entire being.
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