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, February 4, 2017
trying to belong
In the world
where everyone is
trying to belong
somewhere,
where everyone
around you
tries very hard
to be accepted,
being true to your
inner-most music,
following your
heart-pulsation
can get you
in trouble
and yet that is the
only thing
in the entire
universe
that can ever
make sense.
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