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.
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
deep forest
at the end
everything will go -
but a little tenderness,
little drops of emptiness
you shared with
people around you
will rise ripple
by ripple to turn
a dry land
into a deep
forest.
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