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.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
A friend storms into our house
I know at the end of the day we'll outgrow the need to be listened to. Instead Something very profound takes over and we become the ocean, the act of listening itself. A friend storms into our house And pours his entire self into us.
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