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
Who are you?
Since the time
I cannot remember,
you’ve been pretending
to be in deep sleep –
I know that your true essence
is fiercely awake
and alive –
I am sure of this -
you are not even close
to what you think
you are.
You walk with
the same feet Jesus
walked.
you see with the same
eyes the Buddha saw –
Who are you for
heaven’s sake?
Who are you?
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