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.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Garden in my chest
There is garden in my chest and in their chests and in her chest and in his chest..
and there is sunshine and pasture for the cows and the goats and there is lake and there is human suffering.
Blessed one: I'm thirsty for you: Give me yourself in a glass of water
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