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.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
polish the gold
Living in the monasteries For thousand years and meditating every day Does not guarantee you Freedom from suffering. The question is How willing and courageous are you to move inside and polish the gold within you?
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