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.
Monday, November 14, 2016
concept of race
There is something
I’ve experienced with all of by being
that shines brighter than
the concept of race,
nationality, gender,
religion, politics,
custom and culture –
that is your original
essence, your true self
in the face
of which mountains
want to bow and
the moons want to
blush and the earth
wants to dance
the dance of ecstasy.
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