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.
Monday, September 25, 2017
the wind
Sometimes
the winds want
to do us a great favor –
they blow away
what we’ve stored
in the past –
they gracefully
come and scatter
what we’ve said yesterday
so that we can start
from the beginning
each day we get up -
we gaze at each other
and whisper new words
each morning
and we start to see
the world with new eyes and
begin loving from the new
dimension we just
discovered -
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