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, December 5, 2015
Black or white
Black or white
good or bad are just labels and concepts,
the games the mind likes to play.
it is like the name your parents
have given you upon birth.
when you take it seriously
you will suffer
If you tell me you are Debra or
Joshua, I will keep badgering you
until you tell me your true name,
I will keep knocking on your door
until the door becomes the heart
opens, until your wings remember
how to fly again.
That is how life cares for you
my dear friend.
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