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
towards his longing.
A man sits on the horse And beats it with some harshness. He did not know the horse was Galloping towards his longing.
Be grateful to your old boat That wants to sink - The ocean is there waiting To take care of you.
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