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.
Monday, April 24, 2017
stress
anyone can advise you
“ if you want to achieve
something in your life,
you’ve to work hard
until your are under
a great stress…”
Don’t listen.
whatever you produce
out of stress cannot
be original and it
has no fire and
it cannot turn you on.
It has no perfume.
It has no music.
It cannot inspire
nor can it tickle you.
it is quantity and
you are only repeating
what has already been
heard and known.
Force nothing dear friend –
The same way
you came out of the
depth of this moment,
let whatever wants to
come, come out of Now,
out of nothingness,
don’t push it hard.
let it arise effortlessly
from the depth
of your center.
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