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, July 6, 2012
flawless
This moment Is flawless as she is. She is a sweet bride whose heart pumps pure love. . She is divinely prefect and ordinary and spotless. But the mind cannot be happy with her being so ordinary and plain. So it wants to watch some activities going on. It wants to put a make up on her face and build some identity around here so that she would look special, dramatic and extraordinary.
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