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.
Friday, April 21, 2017
When you start Complaining
When you start
Complaining,
Just be present –
It means you are
pushing away
whatever wants
to arise,
running away
from the one
who wants
to kiss your
infinity eyes -
by doing so,
you are wasting
a lot of aliveness.
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