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
flower of silence
there are moments
when nothing wants to be uttered but
a fragrant flower of silence.
don't run way from this grace
nor try to explain it.
Surrender to it fully.
It is the way of the divine
wanting to give you
a warm, dissolving hug.
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