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.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
storm of love
A storm of love takes over and you go crazy – Don’t try to approve it to anyone – Accept it fully. It is a sacred Coup d'état exploding in your interior to unseat your old life style. because you are ready for it.
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