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 1, 2011
your hand gives off light
Your hand,
Like a bonfire
Gives off light
And anyone you touch
Turn into a brilliant day.
... Oh! what a friend you are, dear one!
what a fire you are
That keeps burning even
In the wildest storm.
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