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.
Monday, May 15, 2017
your rough sides
Life
can start
making sense to you
only when you
become one with it.
When you vanish
into its infinity, you cannot
be serious anymore.
because it softens
your stubbornness
and polishes
your rough sides
It is easy for you
to laugh and sing
and play like a child,
to be drunk with
its wine and you
don’t want to be
sober again.
you're truly
yourself and
fiercely free
and unafraid .
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