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, October 8, 2014
a brilliant light
When you tell Your child to be like another child next door or at school, your child will ignore a brilliant light in his heart and goes out in the street to pick up a broken lamp left by someone else -
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