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
Whatever storm
Whatever storm
is arising either
inside you are
outside of you,
cannot reduce
you to dust–
no storm, whether
inner or outer
can be more
powerful
than your true nature –
and it will eventually
pass -
no matter
how many layers
of grey clouds loiter
on the face of the
sky, the sky
has never doubted
its essence
nor worried
for its safety.
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