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.
Monday, March 19, 2012
inner workings of the cosmos
Once
The awareness of who you are sweeps you by surprise,
Nothing in this world really matters much
and no one will make you feel miserable nor happy because
The inner workings of the cosmos will find you
With the utmost clarity.
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