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.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
taking down barbed wires
It rained heavily last night
taking down barbed wires and posts
standing between houses;
smashing down protocols and rules.
Only when you follow the light
in your heart, dear one,
can you break demarcations
and shine brightly.
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