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.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
land of make believe
This world
Is a land of make believe -
and this drunkenness
this joy of being -
It does not matter where
It started -
In the beginning or
in the middle of no where or where
the path ends and life begins –
None of these matter -
we are all here to jump
into the same ocean.
to throw ourselves
into the arms of great mystery.
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