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, January 19, 2015
the way things are
Being in harmony with the way things are allows the mind to be clear like a polished mirror – The heart becomes the place of great innovation and creativity and the world will be free from turmoil.
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