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, August 15, 2017
to love someone
to love someone
does not mean
to own or to control –
the need to own comes
from a place of
fear and deficiency –
and this urge has destroyed
many relationships and created
dysfunctional world,
the world that is not free
nor creative.
to love someone
means to allow
the person to be
truly herself.
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