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, September 11, 2018
total intimacy
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.
Ocean pretending to be a pond
tossing around
and stretching outwardly
is the sign of thirst –
turn within
and touch your vastness –
Know you are the
Ocean pretending
to be a pond -
INSIDE YOUR BUD
you
still live inside
your bud -
how can you
dream of spreading
your fragrance -
you are not
burned yet –
you are a packaged flame -
why do you talk
about giving light?
you did not find
the courage to melt yet,
how can you
think of flowing
like water?
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