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.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Allow life to be a mystery
Practice to be as real and
authentic as possible.
Allow life to be a mystery
Don’t try to learn too much.
When failure comes your
way, make it your guest.
If pain wants to emerge
allow it.
If heartbroken, accept it
Don’t take it personally
and when you look inside
you will find holes in your body.
Now it is time for you to sing.
it is time to dance.
That is why a flute can sing
it has discovered
its holes and it has
accepted them.
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