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
let sorrow surrender
Let
sorrow
surrender
its robe
to the moon-aroma in your burning eyes - you cannot cut cabbage with a dull knife - Boredom is only a temporary withdrawal from the ocean of life –
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