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.
Friday, July 14, 2017
morning mist
First
honor what
you truly are -
life will reveal
to you the splendor
hiding inside your being -
the treasure that you are
will rise like morning mist
to wrap itself around you.
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