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 5, 2017
one with nature
when you speak
from innocence,
not from intellect,
in other words,
when you allow
innocence to speak
through you,
a language that is
tender and yet affirming,
a language that is one
with nature is birthing
itself through you.
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