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, April 11, 2014
passionate like water
by turning towards your genuine calling, You become passionate like water and nourish rivers and trees – you flow into every longing Inside empty spaces – a farmer becomes the seeds he scatters in the soil.
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