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.
Saturday, March 26, 2016
better days
Only someone
who waits for the future
to come believes that
better days are yet to come.
why wait my friend?
let the perfume
of life, the eternal
now flood you over.
what happens when
you relax and let
your hands open?
everything that
you have been holding
onto will fly way
making a space for
the river to flow
through it.
all your waiting
will fly away.
all your worries
will fly away.
all your doubt
will fly away.
only you will remain.
only love will remain.
only this song will remain,
the song that does not
refer to anything
other than
its own perfection,
the song what
you knew how
to sing it very well
when you were
a child.
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