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.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
your own sweet eyes
Is it possible to hide
from your own elegance?
tenderness will come
to find you eventually -
to knock on your door-
and gaze at you with
your own sweet eyes -
a glass filled with doubt
drops from your shivering hand
breaking on a hard wood floor -
that will be the end of your confusion -
the end of your pursuit
for happiness
because you are
happiness
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