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.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
does not matter
What I feel right now does not matter.
What I hear right now does not matter.
What I think right now does not matter.
Life has soared above all sensory experiences
and danced upon meeting with her own sunshine.
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