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.
Thursday, December 22, 2016
turmoil and anarchy
embrace
turmoil
and anarchy
in your life.
Don’t be
afraid of
brokenness
until you
cannot break
anymore.
when the world
you already
know disintegrates,
a new blossom
emerges out
of pure
nothingness,
a new echo
of existence
that speaks
to you
with a particular
freshness
and
intimacy.
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