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.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
sacred container
giving or receiving
can be an innocent
act when you don’t think
about it.
That way you can easily
drop the concept of being
a “giver” or a “receiver” until
only “Being” remains.
the way the moon
offers herself to the
dark night
the way the ground opens
to receive pure tenderness
of the rain –
when this happens,
your body becomes a sacred
container wrapping itself
around a white fire of life.
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