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.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
hardest thing to do
I know dear one,
you feel truly worn-out
and dismayed and
turned off –
this running away
from the house
of love,
this rejecting
life’s invitation
to laugh ---
this hiding from
the direct sunlight --
is the hardest
thing to do.
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