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.
Monday, May 15, 2017
the only game
If the only game
we play is
turning
and curving and
dissolving
into love
again and again ---
whatever we
touch becomes a
a living shrine -
we become
in the center
of all centers
around which
everything rotates.
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