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, January 10, 2017
either or
why do you
limit yourself
to either or,
inside or outside,
this or that,
right or left,
good or bad...?
your heart
is the ocean
that can hold
everything.
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