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, March 18, 2017
If letting go ---
This love has no walls
a floor cannot hold it –
and walls cannot stand before its majesty.
Beloved,
If letting go seems like a tiny moment of death,
I am not afraid to die each day into your beauty –
and something deep inside knows this death
is the wedding to the light of the ocean,
the eternal bliss -
and I have now learned how gracefully
to turn myself into a white cloud each
moment so that you can lift me
up towards the throne
of your supreme elegance.
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