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.
Monday, July 31, 2017
hold onto nothing.
be like a road –
let cars and
trucks and
people come
and go –
let them exit -
you stay where
you are - and
hold onto
nothing and
chase nobody.
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