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
you are the carpenter
you are not so small.
you are
not held together
by a thin skin around
your body.
you are not the outcome
of the big bang.
you are the big bang.
you are not tables
and chairs.
you are the carpenter.
look at how water
can change its forms
and thickness and taste, how it can
dived deep into the secret of the ground
and move elegantly.
Birds fly effortlessly because
they cling to nothing.
You are not the part of
the universe -
you are
the primordial energy
of the universe.
You have not come into
the world -
you've
come out of it
like a wild, sweet volcano.
you are not on probation
here on earth.
you are here
to live fully and
adequately.
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