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.
Friday, May 15, 2015
symphony
Religion Can only tell me how to be a good Christian, a Jew or Hindu -- but when I drop ideas and look inside, I find my own heartbeat to be the symphony of the universe -
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