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.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
starving for love
instead of being someone
who's starving for love,
what if
you are pure essence of love?
what if
you are love itself?
what if
you are a vast matrix of the
universe swimming in the holy
womb of universe,
the highest instruction of life
containing countless stars
and solar systems and galaxies
and expressed in the
physical experience?
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