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.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
old pattern
The sun moves
Through the space, glides in and out of clouds and comes out shimmering like knife It is a true courage When we drop an old pattern And won’t to pickup a new one.
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