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, June 26, 2017
hidden gold
You’re a lord
not a beggar -
You are a hidden
gold not a metal.
why do you walk on earth
like a mortal? Like
someone who
is fearful?
you are the source of light -
why do you continue
resisting light?
You are the emblem
of wholeness -
Why do you split
yourself into fragments?
You come out of
silence and return
to silence –
why do you like
hiding inside noise?
through so much
learning
you’ve forgotten
who you are and
you ask me -
how can be free now?
you ask me how
can I be happy?
and my answer is
short –
drop all that
is nonsense.
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