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, September 26, 2017
every drunkenness
If you want to be
authentic,
talk to a friend
without knowing
what to say –
that is what flowers
do with the sun during
the day and with the moon
at midnight –
this is called longing,
when roots move
deeper into the soul.
plants turn towards light –
I move inside to be
with the beloved where
light holds all darkness
and every drunkenness
is sobriety.
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