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 17, 2011
Soft wild song
your soft, wild song entered
this space, deeper and vaster
Than the well from which I drew water as a child;
And thousand trees outgrew their old barks,
their leaves laughing and flying like crazy
and thousand orchids bloomed under my feet.
Oh what kind of love is this!
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