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.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
the suns
Life is too good to talk about scarcity, dear friend.
The sun over your head has gone under grey clouds temporarily for now.
The suns in your eyes, dear one, are playing hide and seek
with a tomato farm In my yard.
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