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
There is no beginning
There is no beginning or end of life. There is only beginning of the mind and someday the mind will suddenly realize it really knows nothing ----- and that will be the birth of gratitude and laughter and the end of suffering-
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