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, February 14, 2013
Please come home
Relax and
Let the wind blow you away and scatter you
like a pollen,
Feel your Expansion like a rock sitting in
the sun,
Turn off your piano
and listen to the ecstasy
of your heart.
have the courage
to feel a wildfire bursting inside you.
The mind might be scared but
that can accelerate the death of the old
and the rising of the new.
Then you know, you are Home.
Please come home
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