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, June 10, 2016
little events
a vast ocean is composed
of tiny little drops.
honor the little
events in your life.
Your big days are
woven out of them
the same way a great
embroidery is spun from
little strings and yarns.
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