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
wild river
I used to be hungry
and thirsty all the time
until one day I stumbled
into an endless gold quarry
hidden beneath my ribs
and a wild river coursing
inside every single
cell in my body -
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