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, October 27, 2017
rest of your life
You cannot
be happy for the
rest of your life.
there is no such
thing as rest of
your life.
life is a resting
ground and
that is now
and here.
life is you.
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