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, January 19, 2012
in the lap of your heart
Cuddle yourself
warmly, intimately and deeply in the lap of your heart
then
even homelessless cannot
deprive you from your true home.
prison cells cannot keep you
a prisoner.
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