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.
Friday, September 23, 2022
Different Kind of yoga
If you come and tell me
four plus three equals six,
I am not going to argue with you.
I have reached at a place
where there is no right and wrong.
mystics and Baptists
do different things
to be in touch with God –
not all birds have the same
sounds but they are all singers-
the same breeze blows through
the forest but not all trees
are touched the same way –
some trees feel deeply touched
and tickled than others.
this is to say that
none of us is higher
or lower than others –
look at how ants move
or lightning strikes
or have you observed
how a horse gives birth to
a mule?
What we are all
doing here is different
Kind of yoga,
a dance towards
who we are.
instead of fighting,
if we allow people
to be different,
there would be more
peace and beauty
on earth.
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