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, September 28, 2015
if you've faith
Every time love touches us
we are expanding and deepening
and we are never the same next minute.
Be touched my dear friend.
Let infinite tenderness
of your very being penetrate you.
I don’t watch news more often and
last night I watched BBC in a long time
and this poem came forth –
if you’ve have faith and you
go out in the street to
hurt another person
and yourself in the name of
your faith, then you are
not different from the
one who has no faith.
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