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.
Monday, June 20, 2011
When the glass knows
When the glass knows
The taste of the wine
When she bows to the perfumes
in the wine
she rises beyond thousand skies.
With so much songs and poems
In your chest wanting to be shared,
Wanting to kiss the sun,
Please don’t go to sleep.
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