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.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
your name
upon hearing your name,
the body relaxed
and then became a translucent harp.
The mind started to bloom with the wild daisies.
The heart opened up
like a tree receiving the sunlight.
upon hearing your name.
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