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.
Saturday, March 10, 2018
being aware
being
aware does not
mean to be superman -
it simply means
to be a silent
mountain while
a storm spins
around you.
it means
reading
these poem
exactly as it is,
not trying to
have opinion
about it.
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