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, May 12, 2012
speak to me
Speak to me as the moon does, as pure presence does. not as fear or old pattern. speak to me as a vulnerable child. a single sip from your words can remove congestions in my throat and dispels all my confusions.
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