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, November 22, 2011
your fear of empty space
Your fear
to an empty space
will dissipate
When you see orchids
blossoming from underneath the ruins of
a massive structure.
Why do you keep resisting, dear one
When the beloved crashes into your window
to wipe tears from your sweet eyes?
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