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, April 20, 2017
holy mouth of the beloved.
Praise anything
that does not feel
right inside your being,
anything that does
not seem to be working –
or when what you love
most falls apart---
are good enough hints
to draw you closer
to the holy mouth of the
beloved.
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