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, June 23, 2018
more sense
Life makes more sense
and gratitude returns
to its roots
not because we are
here to play roles,
nor to compare the old
with the new -
but to have a total
intimacy with whatever
appears -
to accept the world
as it is -
to hold hands and walk
together in the storm,
in the rain, in the sun -
towards our burning -
towards the miracle
that we are.
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