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.
Thursday, May 11, 2017
your worries
If your worries
cannot stop an ounce
of whatever wants
to happen
nor can it
change what has
already happened,
why do you choose
to waste your energy
this way?
why don’t you
just sing?
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