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.
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
lovemaking
it is not authentic lovemaking
when two people join in sexual intercourse
and still remain separate and lonely -
it is rather when you look at the
full moon in the dark night
and recognize her as
one of the luminous organs
deep inside your body.
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