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, May 27, 2016
broken mirror
Watch out for this-
by clinging to something
the mind can trick you
into believing that you are safe
and strong. The truth is that
you are being a fool and powerless
because you are trying to look
for your face inside a broken mirror.
Remember! Only this moment
is reliable. Look inside.
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