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
your dancing heart
It is infinite drunkenness
of nature when bees
turn flowers
into a wild honey -
when you weave love
out of your dancing heart,
when you turn your doubt
into celebration,
that is a miracle.
tell me, what is not
possible for a true lover?
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