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.
Saturday, January 7, 2017
longing
a true longing
is the one that
takes you away
from yourself,
the one that
takes way your
fear and gives
you wings and
sends you into the
wilderness –
you leave your
house and never
come back
and if you come
back, you are
not the same
anymore.
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