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.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
The ocean swimming through you
My dear one:
I don’t want you
To come to me as a casualty.
The moon might be eclipsed, might wane
Or covered by a cloud .
Have you ever seen her running out of her smiles?
Now, leave all your woes behind and listen:
The ocean is swimming through you.
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