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.
Monday, March 20, 2017
invisible
When I ask who you are,
you tell me you are Peter.
I say you are not.
you tell me you are
a market research analyst.
I say you are not.
these are all your mistaken
identities.
You may seem visible
but you are the incarnation
of what is invisible.
you are the embodiment
of a divine light.
you are a love song
and from inside you
comes the supreme universal song
that is not written anywhere
but in your heart
you are the presence
that pervades the
entire cosmos.
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