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
same song
I say this
You say that.
Life’s meaning and purpose
Is lost in the concepts of rights and wrongs
Shrouded in the belief systems,
In dogmas, ideologies and interpretations.
In reality we’re all singing the same song
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