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 26, 2017
Love can pick you up
Love
can pick
you up
from where
you’ve fallen
to pieces
and speak
to you in the
language
you have not
heard before.
It does not
ask you
not to fall
again.
it reminds
you not
to be afraid
of falling
so that by
falling you
will learn how
to rise the
way a seed
mixes with the
earth and rise
again from
the ground.
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