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.
Saturday, December 3, 2016
powerless
When you see someone
being unkind to you
remember that
the person is not unkind.
It is simply that she/he is feeling
powerless at that time,
so powerless that she/he
was not able to recognize
the ocean of kindness
deep inside of her/him.
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