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.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Transformation
As you were growing up
Your parents might have advised you
to follow the path of light,
to follow the sun. That is if you're lucky.
Now you are on your own
and it is absolutly necessary to transform yourself
into light itself, into the sun
itself.
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