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 12, 2016
night and day
there is a night
that sparks with
great darkness,
a night that opens
and closes around
us like wings
and there is day
that holds a thousand
days inside its silence.
but the day and night
I speak of intimately
are the ones that glow
from within my ribs,
days and nights that
curl inside themselves
and labor with
new births.
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