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.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
asparagus
Don’t complain, my friend, of this and that.
Welcome trials and grief that come your way
And host them as passing caravans;
This awareness itself, opens you up and transforms you and makes you tasty
Like a thoroughly soaked,
Dried, oiled and grilled asparagus.
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