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 15, 2009
In the name of religion
In the name of religion
In the name of ethnicity
In the name of social class
Humans across the globe make wars and kill each other.
Beloved one:
You and I will make love instead
You and I have no appetite for war
You and I have no energy for war.
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