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, May 7, 2016
breaking patterns
by breaking patterns,
you can look into the hidden
meaning of existence -
that will be the beginning
of clarity and the end of
all fears.
So true.
ReplyDeleteSo true.
ReplyDeleteA change of footstep held to bloom
ReplyDeletecan gather watch beyond thy room
and find a passion near to hold
where life is given sweet unfold