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 12, 2017
on giving
giving because
you’ve been given
in the past is
It is not true
generosity.
It is a show.
give yourself
freely and secretly
like the rain comes
and pours itself
into a forest.
the rain has no
image of the giver
or receiver.
It just gives and
It does not even know
It gives.
It does not talk
bout it.
it does not need
media coverage.
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