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, January 31, 2014
field of judgment
When I talk about human flowering and growth, I am not talking about having more things Or being famous, I am talking about your ability and readiness to move beyond the , fear and blame.
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