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, April 7, 2018
ten thousand mornings
Grace
does not need
your hard work.
it moves independently
of your concerns –
you don’t have to know how it
actually operates.
Your responsibility
is to leave your door
totally wide
open and let it blow
away your roof
then the nakedness of the
pure sky joins
with your own nakedness –
the language of the hidden
cosmos becomes
your language –
dimension of a new
silence is born
out of your ribs
and your radiate
like ten thousand
mornings.
Friday, April 6, 2018
your everyday performance
You are free
when your everyday performance
is not based on a desire for a prize –
when whatever you do is ...
simply responding
to the eloquent dance
of existence.
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