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.
Saturday, December 31, 2016
old consciousness
Leave
your old
consciousness
and enter
the door
of the new year.
be open
and empty
like a child.
allow life
to be
the circle
of endless
miracle.
the new year is
the awakening
bell deep
within you.
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