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, September 13, 2013
your hermitage
When your sky crumbles on your head
and the ground beneath you
Cracks open and can no longer
Support you -
When your house burns down
And the locust wipes out your crops -
When almost everything around you
Seems to be falling into small shreds
And there is nothing to hold -
Let the voice in the center of your
Being be your song.
and your heart be your hermitage
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