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, September 23, 2017
house of the beloved
These days
everyone you meet
seems to be more
interested in
your religion than
you -
don’t be afraid -
tell them the truth -
Place your hands
on your chest
and say –
Here is a house
of the beloved
a meeting place for
a cathedral -
a mosque -
a temple -
a synagogue
and a shrine –
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