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.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Lotust feet
I am a boulevard
lined with birch trees,
tender-hearted willow and lush wheat;
You walk on me
with this subtle presence and
O, my friend
before you know i hug your lotus feet!
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