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, January 12, 2017
servitude
there is no
substitute
for what you
are.
It cannot be
purchased
or sold.
If you work
for a company
that pays you
a fair amount
of wage
but does not
allow you
to be who
you are –
that is not an
employment.
it is
servitude.
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