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, January 12, 2017
dust on your face
The only real
and lasting relationship
is the one you can forge with
your own heart-essence,
the higher power within -
Everything else is like
dust on your face –
it comes and goes.
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