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 12, 2017
great weaver
Consciousness
is a great weaver.
Sometimes it
enters your body
when you are least
prepared
and weaves all your
thoughts,
all your worries ---
all your doubts ---
into a
holy light.
Just stay open.
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