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.
Friday, January 27, 2017
your own depth
You don’t
have to achieve
anything to be happy.
you are the heart out
of which happiness
is born, the energy
that births a divine flame.
You’re the powerhouse
of pure existence,
a mystery the entire
world is trying to solve.
If this pointer cannot
guide you back to
your own depth,
If this reminder
cannot inspire you,
if this poem
cannot turn you
on, what else
can?
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