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
The moment you touch me
The heart
Is swang wide wide open
And how it has grown so much, I cannot tell.
And I am no longer satisfied with facts
Or reasonable minds.
That is why, beloved one,
The moment you touch me ,
I melt
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