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, January 20, 2011
sweet full moon
I am having hickups, dear one, and the heart has publicly
admitted this union with you.
I spin poetry from the well of your fragrance,
from the pollen of your smiles
and recite it to the sweet full moon.
That is how I wanted to be more present,
more caring to you today.
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