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 27, 2016
the miracle
The miracle
is not hoping
to see
light at the
end of the tunnel.
The miracle is
to turn your eyes
inwards and see
the light
blazing inside
your chest,
in the heart
of your heart
and in the soul of
your soul.
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