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.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
a little flexibility
show a little
flexibility,
a little fluidity
a little readiness
today
for a true melting -
like a piece
of bread that
crumbles and turns
itself into
your body –
like a seed
that disintegrates
and vanishes
into the earth
before it
emerges as
a glorious plant,
like a drop
of water
that leaves
its image behind
and enters
the sea ---
that is
what
love does.
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