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.
Monday, October 31, 2016
Love does not compare
Love
does not compare
or compete.
It has no commentaries
or judgments.
It is fire,
a living flame-
and when you get
closer, it burns
everything that is not
real.
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