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.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
out of your mind
Some times when people say,
“You are out of your mind”
They mean you’ve gone mad.
Actually it is only by getting
out your mind that you can
become fully alive, you start
breathing life into your whole being.
It is like irrigating a dry land and
turning it into a fecund ground
of endless generosity.
By only moving beyond
your mind you can
move beyond all limitations
and become united with your heart,
where you can touch the divine,
where everything is fresh
and alive.
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