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.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
a moist clay
When we meet as luminous beings not as persons with problems and stories, we're meeting at the very matrix of life and there is no room for human dramas. You will see a moist clay turning itself into a jar wanting to hold this glory.
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