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, June 28, 2011
in the beginning
In the beginning
There was word.
Long before word, there was you, stillness.
Now, if you say,
You’re hungry for love, hungry for serenity,
Go ask the ocean
If she is hungry for beauty.
Go ask the sun
If she is hungry for light.
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