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
your being
when something in your life
goes terribly wrong, say,
you lose your voice one day
before your speaking engagement
or someone very close to your heart
dies on your wedding day ---
it is normal for the mind to freak out.
if you kindly look inside, nothing
actually went wrong.
only something happened
that is not in your mind, something
that you are not ready for.
most things in this world are
relative. Only one thing is
of absolute importance. That is
not a thing. It is your being.
it is your inner intelligence, the
ground out of which life grows.
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