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, April 12, 2013
mature apple
mature apple
is like an eagle -
it knows exactly when
to leave the tree
and return to its own seed.
leave your demanding self my dear friend,
Cling to nothing. It is time to soar.
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