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.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
broken glass
Existence claps her hands
when you turn your gaze inwards.
Your concept of Otherness dissolves within blink of an eye
where everything becomes one ocean.
No competition nor comparison would exist.
Remember this: Love can mend a broken glass.
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