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, April 24, 2019
the sky that has no floor
We are
done with
explanations
now –
Focus on the great
mystery that
you are –
the ocean that
has no shore –
the sky that
has no floor -
this will help
the world
move out of
fear -
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