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.
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
flawless
you make
mistakes and
a sense of regret
takes over -
you hate yourself
and never seem to
let it go -
you think you are
the only one
who is making mistakes.
mistakes are the most
glorious things to make
because it is a hint that
you are alive.
only dead people don't
make mistakes.
remember that
your inner being
is immaculate
and flawless.
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