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, December 6, 2016
In the west
In the west
they don’t ask you
if you’re happy or not -
they don’t ask you
if you’re content or not -
they don’t ask you
If you’re peaceful or not –
They don’t ask you
how often do you laugh
or sing?
because that is not
a priority.
the priority is
what do you do for a living?
how much money do you make?
How much have you produced?
how many degrees do you’ve?
what kind of car do you drive? ----
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