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, March 14, 2017
after the last moon
drop
anything
that is
delaying
your freedom.
Only after the
last moon is
crashed –
only after the last
snow has
melted –
only after
the last breath
is inhaled,
you will realize
that whatever
remains
can turn your
pain into
medicine.
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