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 13, 2016
the idea of waking up.
Don’t flirt
with the idea of
waking up.
Just wake up
and no need to
go to the market -
there is
a healer
inside you –
there is summer
and spring and
fall and winter
inside you –
there is music
and light and
drunkenness
inside you.
the master
and the alchemist
are waiting inside you.
wake up and
see with your
own eyes -
you cannot
resist this
miracle.
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