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.
Saturday, November 19, 2016
on racism
with a current political atmosphere in the country and may be its ripple effect across the globe, a number of friends reached out to me to ask my insight on racism -
racism in any form or flavor
is a primitive part
of human psyche that
has been rejected,
the part that is starving
for love and light and
continuously screaming
for medicine.
it is a delusional state
of mind that cannot see
a single point where we
all are intimately and
inseparably joined.
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