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.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
center of the center
You are not the state
of mind -
You are the station
where the trains of
existence come and go – your location is not on the map - it is inside the center of the center pulsating with sweet music
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