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.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
This wilderness
This wilderness
This delicious confusion
This wanting to be like a child
running around naked, fearless and free
This drunkenness
to rise with the morning mist and kiss the face of the sky
This is because
YOU are singing inside me.
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