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, December 19, 2016
maturity
maturity
is not about age.
It is not so
much learning
either –
it is the
willingness
to stop
looking for
happiness
outside
of you -
the courage
to be
comfortable
with yourself.
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