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, February 1, 2011
The wine
O my friend
I can now call you the radiant one
I can now call you my friend
for your smiles pale the sun.
About you,
I want to say more, I want to share more
but the wine you poured in my mouth
lifted the veils
and stole all my words.
What power had that wine !
ReplyDeleteIt also touched my heart and
let me breathless !
What a wine ...amazing !!!