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, July 20, 2017
deep inside
It appears to us
from outside that
a mother gives birth
to a child.
deep inside her heart,
she is giving birth
to herself –
the higher intelligence
looks at millions
of things and objects
but sees only
it self in everything.
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