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.
Friday, June 24, 2011
merging with the rainsong
I don't have
any other plans right now
other than kissing the hands of the lover;
other than merging with the rainsong
and falling on the deserts
where trees and sands stay awake
all night.
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