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
All your woes
All your woes and
miseries come from
looking outside for
happiness –
when you show a little
willingness to go inside
and taste your own elegance,
they will scatter like frightened
cockroaches because they
were not real in the first place.
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