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
the path
It is only
the path we’ve chosen
in our dream state
that collides, meets and
parts and meets again --
but what we’re,
who we are on
the visceral level
has never been
apart even for
a second.
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