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, June 21, 2013
The one whose eyes are open,
The one Whose eyes are open, The one Whose mind is open, The one Whose heart is open – Does not choose to walk On the road of Meaninglessness, On the path of absolute Misery.
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