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
the knower of all things
Have you noticed
how the mind loves
being promiscuous?
how it chases one
idea after another,
one concept
after another –
It wants to climb
every tree it passes by -
It wants to know
everything and
every body’s name.
even after grabbing
everything on its
way,
after knowing
everybody’s name
and after climbing
all the trees,
the mind is not
still satisfied because
it over-looked
the knower of
all things.
It overlooked
the one
in front of which
everyone passes -
the mind can never
be happy because
it over-looked
the holy ground
from where
everything arises
and to where
everything
returns at the
end of the day.
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