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.
Monday, January 2, 2017
your feet are holy fire
don’t be afraid
to fall in love
every day.
the mystery is
to move beyond
your mind’s limit
and touch the
depth of the sea –
mystics and poets
and painters
and dancers ---
have done that.
this is the
most innocent
and the
highest
expression
of love.
your feet
are holy fire
forging
a new path.
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