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
spiders
Have you noticed
how some people
become terrified
by the sight of spiders?
Some other people
are scared to death
when they see a frog
or snake around them.
Are you one of them
my dear friend?
What if some day
you realize that
you’re being
scared of the intelligence
deep within you?
What if we are
the branches
and stems and
the leaves and the roots
of the same tree?
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