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, March 29, 2011
Everyone wants to know
Everyone wants to know how much money you make or what school you went to or what kind of car you drive or what kind of house you live in so that they can compare and contrast you with others or themselves in your neighborhood. Then they can put you in a category called class:- lower class middle class or upper class. No one asks, however, how happy you're or how peaceful you are, how content you're with your life because this is your business.
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