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.
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
open your eyes
You don’t have to be
on a long cruise or
a caravan.
You don’t have to
go anywhere –
just open your eyes -
right here, in front of you
or under your feet
a bruised blade of
grass trembles with
the mystery of existence.
Her love is total and
no part of her hides
from the world.
She contains the world
inside her stillness.
She shares the trauma
of the world -
if you want to know
how deeply we are all
connected,
look in the eye
of a tiger or a dog
or in the eye
of another human
being –
you can see yourself
there.
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