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, January 17, 2012
Your very presence
Your very presence among us, at this moment
Is the hint of truth, a little stream of light.
By delving deeper into your intense longing.
Longing, once she is recognized,
There will be no longing any more.
Then, the truth completes her own song.
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