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
perfume of awakening
sometimes
the perfume of
awakening can
explode into your life
simply by noticing
little pointers like
a caterpillar turning
itself into a butterfly
or a ripe fruit falling
from a tree and crushing
into an endless freedom
or simply by opening
a book and reading
the first two lines
of a poem or
just by being around
a guru -----
it is your own deep
quality waiting for
a little reminder.
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