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
pushing something away
You’ve a headache
because you’re
pushing something away –
you want to be in control -
you want all things
to go your way –
you want the river
to move faster
than its natural
flow –
you want to make
a baby sleep
with the whole sky
glowing in her body –
you see, you’ve
created your pain
because you are
not allowing.
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