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, March 19, 2014
Where have you left your music
Where have you left your music, dear friend? where is that deep glow emanating from your being? Remember this just for now - even when you are too busy to smile, grace is kissing you so tenderly.
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