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 30, 2017
it does not know otherwise
Because the heart
does not participate
in the stories and
dramas the mind
continues to weave,
it remains pure and
innocent and vaster than anything
you can ever imagine –
it holds eternity
inside itself
and can see and feel with
more clarity
and precision.
it has the capacity
to simply see
the present reality
without judgment
or blame,
without interpretation
or distortion-
it can love without
doubt or fear because
it does not know
otherwise.
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