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.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Rising beyond the waves of time
Rising beyond the waves of time means living in the heart of ancient beauty. From this space we don't lament for what has left us or we don't fear for what is coming. In this moment nothing departs or nothing arrives. Nothing is short or nothing is extra. Nothing is right or nothing is wrong. All is as IS.
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