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
Churches become necessary
Churches become necessary.
Temples become necessary
Mosques become necessary
Shrines become necessary
When you no longer live
inside your heart –
when you are a stranger
to your true self
religions become
important.
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