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, September 22, 2015
this is poetry
this is poetry- not to give advice when not asked - not to do anything nor to say a word when not moved - to realize that no matter how your mind is filled with ideas and concepts, your ultimate self is emptiness,
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