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.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
a message
Do you remember
dear friend, when you
were sent out to this world
you were supposed to deliver
a message? Have you delivered
it yet? If you have not, may be
it is because you have been
destructed by the noise around you
or maybe you’ve been just busy trying
to survive –
the good news is that it is not
too late to participate in this music
life is playing.
If you don’t remember what message
to deliver, you cannot find
the answer from books or your
parents. Go deep inside and
listen to the innermost music.
It is there.
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