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, May 11, 2012
The husk
To know who you are is not as deceiving as you think. First you need to
return all that you've been given, all that you've borrowed. we cannot
see a grain of wheat clearly until the husk around her is thoroughly
removed.
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