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, June 16, 2011
Bulb
Beloved:
I am like a bulb
whose light cannot be contained
in the glass:-
like a mirror
that reflects your heart
on everything I am
in touch with.
That is my gift for you today,
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