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.
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
a hole in your life
questions emerge
when it seems
something in your life
is left unfulfilled –
when you feel there
is a hole in your life -
that is how the search
for meaning begins –
once you touch
the field within you
that throbs with
wholeness,
once you know your
true nature,
then all your questions
dissolve and
no more dreaming.
no more waiting
for answers…
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