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 30, 2017
your old baggage
Don’t bring your
old baggage
into a new
dimension
of your life –
leave it on
the door.
Why do
You bother to
Touch whatever
Wants to bloom
when left alone?
if you cannot
walk away from
what can make
your soul dry,
surrender
to it.
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