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, January 11, 2011
this nearness
I touched your hands only once. Yes only once.
I have not even seen your face
Nor heard your footfalls.
But why is this nearness, this knowingness
is so piercingly familiar, so intimate, so alive.
and so sharp like a hunter's knife?
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