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.
Saturday, June 10, 2017
tooth fairies
Just like a child
wakes up one morning
and discovers that tooth fairies
are not real,
one day you too,
if you are blessed,
will wake up
from your dreams and
realize that you are not
what you really think
you are.
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