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, September 25, 2017
this place
Don’t leave
this place, where
you are now,
searching for
something
more profitable –
look how
all religions,
the trees and
the flowers
want to see
themselves
inside your
sacred eyes -
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