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, December 14, 2010
the sun
Why do you grieve, dear one
for the candle the wind has blown out?
The wind knows what she is doing, for sure.
Step out of your rooms confines and see
The entire sun shining for you.
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