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, November 20, 2018
temporary
I want you
to remember this -
if you re moving
through mud,
it will dry.
If you re moving
through storm,
it will pass.
your problems cannot
be permanent in the
world that is temporary.
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