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.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
back to the origin
Let's
go back to the origin
now.
when your mind
is not thinking any more,
Before you were born,
before you took this form
Before you were given this name
and stories to tell,
who were you?
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