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.
Friday, March 4, 2016
to be God
There are moments
when your heart opens and expands fiercely
and becomes swollen with brilliant light and rainbows
and infinite fragrance of gratitude --
completely drunk on the timeless
honey of life, a holy fire of grace
consumes you
and you forget your name and your address
and everything you’ve known
and it becomes easier for you
to be God than to serve god.
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