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, May 9, 2017
FIRE IN YOUR CHEST
In the end
the cows will come home
and merge with their calves –
and all your knowledge and
Images and ideas about love
and even your faint memories
of the past will fall away like an old
garment and only love remains.
from here, you can have a good
glimpse of what it means to be
whole and eternal.
you may not still have
the answers to the basic
questions of life.
you will taste the mystery
of life directly.
You become one with life.
you are life.
the fire in your chest
does not wait for
the wind anymore.
It will have an energy
to ignite itself.
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