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
your capacity to heal
Your capacity to heal and grow depends on how open you are to whatever wants to unfold - as your capacity do dance depends on how much burden you carry from the past.
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