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, May 25, 2017
mystery inside your eyes
It is not a day
that is bad or good –
It is not someone that
is bad or good –
It is you for there is no
someone out there –
tell me if you look
at one but perceive many?
If you look at what is eternal
but can only see what is
time-bound.
tell dear one,
how is your heart-pulsation
right now?
how do you feel close
to the mystery
inside your eyes
that you don’t see
but smell its perfume?
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