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.
Monday, August 11, 2014
tomorrow or next week
Don’t be afraid of not knowing where you are going or what will happentomorrow or next week – trust how life is dancing inside your cells – only by giving up your power to be in control, you become powerful and sweet like plum.
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