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
not too late
In spite of all the insanity
that is unfolding,
this world is still beautiful
I assure you,dear ones
why give up?
look at it with the
goodness within.
It is what we’ve created
and it is what we can heal -
and it is not too late
if humans are willing
to move a little closer
to their tenderness -
if politicians and healthcare
professionals and decision makers
and technocrats, business men-----
could feel a little compassion,
a little opening in their heart ----
if they look inside and touch
serenity inside their chest ---
if they bring a little presence
to what they do and say -
it is not too late to heal
this world ---
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