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, January 31, 2011
Sing for me
My body is your living trunk
and my yearning is your green leaves
Oh most elegant one, sing for me.
Sing for me please
I am here with ten thousand more ears.
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