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
snowflake
The most beautiful
experience i had this afternoon
was to watch a snowflake slowly
dissolving and returning to
earth, to the original
mind. The snow did not
argue nor resist.
she did not panic.
She was in a complete
surrender and acceptance.
what happened to her
did not exactly destroy her.
It was an invitation from the
unseen for her transformation.
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