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, May 17, 2011
This morning
This morning
a friend's eyes were
pulsing with pure elegance.
Like a massive mirror,
like the sea full of pearls
They reflected my heart back to me
With every single beat
chanting of infinite abundance.
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