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
we become the river
We BECOME THE RIVER
Sometimes
We don’t know
what moves us
and yet we move,
We don’t know what
tickles us and yet
we laugh,
we don’t know what
penetrates us deeply
and yet
we cry with joy
we don’t know
what carries
us --- and yet we fly-- –
and when we
long for burning
we easily catch fire –
and when the
time comes to enter
the ocean and
vanish into
oneness
we become the river -
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