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.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
intoxication
We meet
in the streets or in the malls;
in the coffee shops or on facebook
and touch each other.
This touching
becomes an intoxication
This touching is a celebration
and not an accident.
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