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
time
time
does not exist
in reality.
it is a socially
constructed
idea.
so are traditions
and nationalities
and numbers or
measurements.
we can also
call them
social institutions
or schools.
the part of you
that is natural
does not know
what they
really are.
If you ask
a child, what time
it is, she/her
does not know
the answer.
ask your dog
or a tree or
the ocean what
nationality it is.
they don’t
know what you
are talking about.
All of these might
be used for some
practical purposes
as long as you
interact with other
human beings.
but it is only when
you stop taking them
seriously, you can be
one with nature.
your higher self
which is natural
knows only love,
poetry or music
or laughter
or play.
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