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, April 20, 2010
Last night
Last night
I left my window open,
wide, wide open
and went to bed.
Like a professional thief
You came in very silently and
Wrote on the wall of my soul
I LOVE YOU MY CHILD!
I woke up in the morning
and never I was
the same again.
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