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.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
We meet at the intersection
We meet at the intersection of great awakening. all the bubbles have entered the sea to rest. The clouds have packed their luggage and vanished into the sun. This proclaims the end of separation and our walking away from time.. I can tell you, I am now abundantly rich with a thousands acres of goldmine and yet I won't claim any ownership over anything. This life is a cosmic floor for lovers to meet and break into small dazzling lights. Come, the heart wants to dance. Come.
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