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.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
ripples of innocence
It was like this in the
ancient days
and it is like this now.
when the universe has a plan
to bloom
she tickles you
between your toes
and you dissolve
into ripples of innocence.
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