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 28, 2016
land of milk and honey
There is
something you need
to remember again and again -
your heart is the land
of milk and honey –
It is the farm where
everything grows abundantly.
Your heart is the birthplace
of a ten thousand moons
and milky ways --
If you cannot find peace here,
if you cannot find love here,
if you cannot find joy here,
where else can you find it?
the world cannot
give you any of this.
because it does
not have one.
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