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, July 7, 2012
beyond heven and hell
I soared higher,
soared beyond good and bad
beyond heven and hell
Into the grid of the naked sky And cought a thousand tendrils of infinite-eternal flame.
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