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.
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
who’s running your life?
trying hard
is not the way
of love.
be grounded
where you are.
let go of the
worn-out straw
you’re holding onto.
Let go ---------
and with complete honesty,
look at what you’re
afraid of.
who’s clinging?
who’s afraid?
Is it you or
just an idea?
who’s running
your life?
who’s driving
your car?
is it light
or shadow?
who is sitting
on the throne?
Is it the ego
or knowingness?
and who’s
looking?
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