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, April 20, 2017
restless mind
If you just
take some time
off from your restless mind,
you will soon lose interest
in how things should go
or what is going to happen
next -----
then inside you a pure
space will emerge
for a garden to grow
and for roses to bloom,
for ten thousand moons
to shine ---
and your whole being starts
flowering like a forest
in spring.
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