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 12, 2016
safe place
when you grow up in the environment
that continues to tell you that
you are not good enough
or you are not enough,
some day when you feel joy bursting inside
of you, when you feel the moon rising
inside your heart, you don't know
how to handle it.
you cannot be comfortable with
who you are on the deepest level
and so that you will squeeze
yourself back into your mind
where you think it is
a safe place for you to hide.
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