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, June 1, 2017
copper into gold.
to stand
before yourself
without illusion –
to drop whatever
prevents you from soaring
towards your invisible
strength -
to hold the universe
inside the depth of
your tenderness –
this is the courage
that can turn
copper into
gold.
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