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
burden
i am moved by what a friend said this morning -
"thank you deeply for your everyday
reminders. truly your poetry have the energy
to penetrate and bring me back
to my heart and I feel blessed again and again.
I remember who i am and yet more often I slip away from
this divine sweetness and find myself in the river of confusion -
i feel i am a noise behind music and a cloud covering the face of the sky. I feel am a burden to the planet earth and to everyone.
what do advise me?"
You're not a burden my dear friend.
what you think you are is a burden.
the past you carry with you is a burden.
your opinion about yourself is a burden.
your mistaken identity is a burden.
your attachment with what comes
and goes is a burden -
drawing your boundaries
and believing in them
is a burden.
give up all of these
and return to your
true nature.
they say, knock and the
door will open -
the reality is there is no door-
the door is an illusion the
mind is created -
life is a free and open
hallway - just have a little
courage to walk through it -
no more waiting my dear friend.
the ultimate state of
union with life is
possible right here
and now.
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