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.
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
if you're a poet
If you’re a poet,
don’t try to
write anymore –
let your pen sing
with delight.
If you are a painter
don’t try to
paint anymore –
Let your brush dance –
Let it pour golden
light into a
hidden threshold
of existence -
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