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 10, 2012
pulse of existence
I might have said this before and I will say it again. I am not here to write and rewrite history or to build empires; I am here to dance to each and every pulse of the existence itself.
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