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, October 13, 2015
being safe
Why you do continuously worry about being safe? You have not brought yourself here you are in good hands of the universe and She holds you the way the sun holds her warmth inside. the way a flower holds its fragrance.
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