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.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
your bed
Your bed
is not a place for falling
into forgetfulness
nor losing yourself into
a nightmare –
it is a sacred ground for surrender,
trust and total rest
where the seed of deep
remembrance grows
sweet petals and crack
the earth open.
the mattress and the pillow
are not objects –
they are the shoulder and the
sweet arms of the
beloved holding
and supporting you
with immense love.
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