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 road
Remember this:- Journey begins on a road, the road into your heart or the one that winds to your shopping mall. whichever it is, we need a GPS or someone to guide us in the beginning. As we grow up and expand, we drop the GPS or the navigator because we know where we are going. We become the road or the road becomes us or the road even disappears for we no longer need it.
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