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, February 23, 2016
eyes of love
whatever you see with
the eyes of fear contracts.
whatever you see with
the eyes of love becomes
sacred.
don't believe what you were
told as a child. your inner brilliance
knows that you are not a little creature.
You have not come from mud either.
You're a vast garden of endless fecundity,
a silk which secretly weaves the universe
together.
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