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.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
the moon in love
The moon Is wildly in love tonight. How did we know? She is white like fresh milk Her lips are moist. Her eyes are full of indiscernible clarity and sweetness.
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