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.
Monday, March 14, 2011
last night
I hardly slept last night, beloved one.
How is it possible to sleep
when one vanishes into
the lines of your palms,
into your sweet eyes
and blend with whatever you see and touch
for touching and being touched,
seeing and being seen,
giving and receiving
is one.
Ooooo !
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