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
ruby and wine
My friend,
The world needs you more than
It needs ruby and wine and
moonlight in the evening.
Let me know when you are
done with sleep-walking so
that can swing by your house
to wake you up so that
there will be oneness with everything
that happens and we will join
like mother and fetus, like the
earth and a tree, breathing and
pulsating and moving together
and will actively participate
in any act that helps us move
beyond our five senses and
ignite the fire of infinite knowing
and learn together to fly tenderly
without wings.
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