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 2, 2016
Guru
Someone who follows my writings said to me the other day that my poetry is helping her to rise from her childhood pain and discover her hidden innocence again. I am very grateful that is happening. She also wondered if I have a guru. I responded that I don’t have one particular guru. Everything that is not made my human hands is my teacher and every single day is a gift to move closer to yourself, an opportunity to delve deeper and touch the root where all things are connected. _/I\_
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