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 25, 2011
today
There are some days
when you wake up from your deep slumber
and gradually open your eyes
and watch yourself blossom and everyone around you
smells your fragrance and become drunk.
today is that day, my dear friend.
today is that day.
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