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
The gift
Whatever you give
to someone,
you are giving
It to yourself
because there is
no someone out there –
when you realize that
you are not just
a giver. You are
the gift.
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