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
there is a knowing
There is a knowing
that does not need
Images and concepts –
it does not depend on what
you’ve learned in the past.
It is a direct merging and lovemaking
with existence
where in every life form
you see your own reflection -
you hear one music
playing inside every heart –
you see thousand birds
flying with your wings –
you step on a tiny rock
and it breaks. God jumps
out of it and smiles at you
and says, I know you
are looking for me.
Be naked and empty now
The sky is so elegant.
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