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, May 30, 2014
beyond birth and death
In some cultures, a woman is not accepted if
she cannot have children and she is constantly viewed as a victim. Here,
we can see a society whose primary focus is on what you cannot have.
This an illusion and the highest form of ignorance. There
is always a place inside us where giving and receiving happens
unconditionally, without making headlines. There is an energy field
whose brilliance makes the sun rise everyday. There is an immense beauty
within every human being because of which bees continue to make
honey.... There is kindness and compassion beyond form, ….
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