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.
Saturday, July 1, 2017
mountains and galaxies
no matter how humans
behave and act, I see mountains
and galaxies and the forest
and the Buddha and
goddesses and Jesus and the sky and
ocean of goodness ---
inside the heart of their hearts.
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