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 25, 2017
I know nothing
This is
how things turned out –
you looked at me
and I flowered –
I did not know that
there is a sunlight
inside your eyes –
Since then so much
happened –
We talk to each other
every day and every night
but we don’t use words –
I know nothing anymore
but the way you dance
into my existence –
you are my rain and
I am an oak tree –
You are a dandelion
and I am your soil
and fragrance –
we’ve mingled in such
a way that no one
can tell the distinction
between you and me
because there is
not one.
It does not matter
how smart one thinks
he is –
Can he separate a bird
from her song?
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