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
to be absent
because to be absent
is to be secretly present,
to be still is to sing with the
deepest longing in your heart.
to be crashed is also to return
to the liquid miracle of existence,
to spill and gush towards the
true nature of your being.
don't ever hesitate to move
closer to the music in your
starving eyes.
you are activating
a clean signpost
in which a new silence
moves through.
even the darkest night
cannot cover this timeless
majesty.
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