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 9, 2017
your buds wide open
You’ve waited so long
for the sun to rise,
for a day to break –
you’ve waited for
the storm to settle,
for the moon to come out –
you’ve waited for
a tree to bloom
and for the rain to sing–
you've waited for yourself
to arrive ----
you’ve tried everything
in your power
to spill yourself
into all things possible.
now that you are
no longer a stranger
to mystery –
now that your heart
is closer to you
than your lips
the time has come for you
to mingle with the
force of life,
to become wings
and moon-nectar –
to become a song
we cannot rehearse -
to become the joy
and light of the sun –
to be the ocean
that holds the root
of our soul –
and to live like a flower,
with your buds wide
open in the sun-
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