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, October 16, 2017
Catastrophe
a gift is not only
when life goes
according
your plan -
it is also when life
does not go
the way you want -
Catastrophe accelerates
your growth and ultimately
wakes you up from dream.
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