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.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
whenever you're ready
There was a man who fed on dry bread almost most of his life time. One night while he was sound asleep, a bee buzzed into his ears and woke him up. He was annoyed because he did not understand her at all. The bee kept buzzing and flying around in the house. When he followed her, he saw a bowl full of honey sitting on his eating table. "I have made it just for you. Eat it." The bee assured the man. Not knowing what he was doing, he dipped his bread into the bowl and ate it. He was too confused and happy, he did not know what to say yet his throat shouted to the bee: Where have you been all this time? The bee said: No rush my friend. Everything comes to you whenever you're ready, whenever you're fully prepared. A wild rose blooms only after tasting the sun's sweetness.
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