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
what is not stable
It is forgetfulness
that makes us marry
the tide and waves –
and everything that comes
and goes, what is not stable
then we suddenly have
many bosses that
push us around all
our lives –
those who’re awake
already know that
they are the ocean
and the sky and the
original song of
existence.
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