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.
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
the seed
everything is beautiful
and innocent
when seen with the eyes
of deep knowing
but nothing is so majestic
and shockingly holy
as your own emptiness,
the seed that you
secretly carry inside
of your heart.
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