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.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
light pours into light
light pours into light.
love flows into love.
The cord of resistance
breaks free
and expansion happens in the
snap of the finger.
and your face becomes the sky
where the moon moves through.
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