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.
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
where the water is clear
Sometime
people you love
and care for
can give up on you
and wake away
because you could
not to meet
their expectations –
be brave enough to
stand with the truth
in your being –
not arrogantly but with
sincere gratitude,
not blindly but with
wide open eyes –
you know my dear friend,
it requires a great courage
to be heart-broken
and look inside
where the water
is clear and the
music is sublime.
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