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
open the door
when i see a friend request
on my facebook, it feels like
a guest is standing by the door -
i open the door and let them in.
i don't ask for their names.
i don't ask if we've met before.
i am not interested in their
stories.
i don't ask what city
or country they come from.
i don't ask what their religion
or gender is. i know
them through their heart
and their deepest longing
in their eyes.
i know they have come here
because they are being
drawn to their own light.
any meaningful hunger
is the hunger for the
ultimate self.
hidden music in the heart.
after all, everyone is
trying his/her best
to come home.
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