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
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 -
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