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.
Saturday, May 20, 2017
heaven
heaven
is not somewhere
to go in the future -
it is not outside of
your daily routine -
it is washing the dishes,
being available
to a child,
going for a walk,
having a conversation
with a friend -----
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