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.
Friday, April 27, 2012
meeting new friends
it feels great,
even beautiful
meeting new friends
and getting to know
each other everyday.
But miracle happens
when we meet everyone honestly
as ourselves, without fears, protocols,
masks and diplomatic handshakes.
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