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.
Saturday, July 1, 2017
way of a mystic
Wherever you go,
be like a breeze and
leave no foot-print –
when you give,
don’t brag to everyone
about it. Existence
is giving itself through you.
you are only an agent –
whatever you say,
let it come from
the depth of your core –
let it be music from beyond.
If ordeal knocks
on your door, sing.
If ordeal leaves you, sing.
and whatever it is you
do for a living, be sure
it is a lot of fun.
this is the way of
a mystic.
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