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.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Freedom
This
is what happens:
The very moment
You promote your grief into a heap of joy
Existence starts to clap her hands and
The daisies in the yard of your soul
begin to bloom.
Innocent tears from your eyes
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