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, April 7, 2012
bound by deadlines
Many of us are often bound by deadlines and wonder how we can possibly meet them. It helps to remember that life constantly surges into the ocean of now where there is no deadline. Listen to the music of life around you and feel them completely. Everything is testifying for you. Every thing is shouting "you are beautiful! You are alive because you are here!" Listen. The elegant, ever-vibrant farm inside you says, "I can feed the entire world. Why are you starving?" The shrine within you whispers, don't go far away my friend. Here, there are ten million candles burning for you endlessly. There are countless roses bursting open every time you are awake. So there is no deadline to meet. You meet life itself and become one with it.
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