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
until you merge
It does not matter if you’ve been meditating and praying for thirty or fifty years – You still would not know what to do with your anger or worries, until you merge with love fully.
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