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.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
no shaken enough
When a storm
comes your way
and leaves without
shaking you up
and touching
something deep
inside you,
when it departs without
leaving a perfume
that tickles you
and opens your heart,
you are not
shaken enough.
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