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.
Friday, December 23, 2011
the wine cup
The wine cup
The inside of your inside
the holder of sweet longing.
the cave where lovers meet
and vanish into warm lips.
Your beauty above everything
is not in holding but in being
empty and to mouth that empties
you constantly
I can give my whole self.
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