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, October 11, 2013
declaration of love
What does it feel to make love to the beloved? people ask me. I spoke no words. The declaration of love cannot be spoken or can be translated into languages. It is only poured into a cup and drunk.
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