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
river of love
Ego weighs the advantage
and disadvantage
and calculates profits-
the river of love
does not care where you are
from or what you look like
or what status you've,
it does not doubt your
intrinsic divinity -
It washes you until your
wounds are healed -
it flows inside
your veins and squeezes out
all of your worries and fears -
the water of love
does not select -
and it has no mercy
on what is not real -
it purifies you until your
fragrant returns and
you shine again like gold
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