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, September 13, 2010
The harp
So much happens around me
They shove me
They rock me
They pull and push me.
They scream and shout at me
To get my attention.
Most beautiful one
How can I hear anything else right now
When you play the harp in side me?
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