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 5, 2016
releasing your past
this can be one of the
greatest paradoxes of life –
if your childhood was messy,
it can only be cleaned up
by loving more and more,
by throwing yourself
into a warm torrent
of love and forgiveness –
by being fully present and alive
and staying close to what
can sustain us -
by releasing your past with all of
your strength –
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