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.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
formulas
All kind of formulas
and learned practices
Are burden for growth.
The same way
You drop your attachments
to anyone or to anything,
relinquish your formulas too
and start singing like Bilal.
Then come back, tell me
What this freedom
is doing to you.
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