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.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
false identity
Appearance
is a false identity.
only in the streets,
people pretend to be
solid like statues.
Once they're moved,
once they're tickled,
once they're turned on,
they become water
and start flowing.
they start singing
like a flute.
their eyes start
twinkling like that
of a child.
they start melting
like snow.
the truth is,
when we're awake
we return to our
authentic nature.
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