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.
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
a living flame
To love
doesn’t mean
to love somebody
or something.
to love means
to be real
to love means
to have no
resistance
to light
and be at ease
With whatever
emerges -
to love means
to be alive,
to be a living
flame.
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