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
waxing and waning of the moon
Mountains teach us
to encounter difficulties
and inner tornadoes
with serenity and
patience -
with unshakable strength
and trust
they watch the cloud
spread around them -
they simply notice
the changing of seasons
and the rising and setting
of the sun -
the waxing and waning
of the moon - -
gaze inside
and imagine there is a
mountain sitting within you.
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