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, November 17, 2015
moon-flame
why settle for what can make you feel better? you want something real, a radical burning. May your lips catch moon-flame and whisper the name of the ancient one at least once a day - you will become vast and endless sky pregnant with miracles.
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