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, September 29, 2013
Promise me
Promise me today, Dear friend that, You are not going to wait your entire life for someone to make you happy - Look how beautiful you are! The entire autumn sky wants to seek shelter Inside your smiles.
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