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.
Thursday, August 1, 2019
the Buddha in you
the Buddha in
you
the Jesus in you -
the Shiva in you -
walks down
the street
each day without
expectations and
judgement and
identity -
how often
do you
notice that?
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