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.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Dawn
If you are not moved by the elegance of this dawn,
If you are not touched by the beauty of the snowflakes,
If you cannot merge with the silence of this evening,
If you are not consumed by the fire of this love,
Dear friend, something inside you needs to be broken open.
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