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
when the sound and the silence meet
We live in a culture now
where everybody
wants to be heard
where everyone
talks at the same time -
those who are not talking
are not listening either.
Their capacity to listen
has been diminished
for the mind is too noisy
and too crowded -
There are two kinds
of noises -
an outer noise and
an inner noise –
let silence penetrate
our interaction with each other
so that whenever conversation
happens, words don’t forget
their roots
and when we speak from
that river of vastness, instead of
hearing the words, we hear
the silence.
when the sound and the silence
meet, poetry is born,
music is born out of this –
magic is born out of this -
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