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, August 3, 2012
dance with the wind
Like an oak tree plunge your root deep into the ground and open your wings to the sky. Then it becomes your nature to dance with the wind and laugh with the rain and kiss the sun.
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