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
echo of the real
why expect
everyone to agree
with what you do
or say?
there are infinite ways
of entering the garden
and dissolving.
none of these
are right or wrong.
they're experiments,
manners of
opening and closing,
finding and losing,
falling and rising -
don't get lost inside
this movement -
observe what is causing
the movement -
remember that
whatever fluctuates
is not real.
it is the echo of the
real.
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