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, March 12, 2011
holy radiance
The world
forms committees and teams to examine
your diplomas and decide if you're dull or smart,
Dear friend:
Open your livingroom to the one
who already knows the holy radiance
in your heart.
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