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.
Thursday, July 27, 2017
something tender
Sing some song
to your pet or
to the colony
of marching ants
or a tree
in your backyard –
Say something
tender to a stranger
walking down the
street -
something like
I love you or
you smell like
the moon
I saw last night -
your heart is a fresh
petal. Feel this
infinite softness
inside you-
and let anyone
in your presence
feel they're safe
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