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, February 28, 2017
west from east
true liberation
arises
when you
celebrate birth
and death with
the same dance -
when you no
longer discriminate
joy from sorrow,
up from down
and west from
east.
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