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, June 18, 2014
the way the rain moves in
Anything that is harsh and dark And shameful ---- can be transformed when you touch every single atom In your body with love And forgiveness – the way the rain moves in and touches the heart of soil.
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