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 30, 2017
trembling galaxy
If a close friend
abandons you, sing.
If someone becomes
rude to you, smile
as if he just uttered
the most beautiful word
you ever have heard.
If you are sad, merge
with your sadness and dance –
it is not your reputation
or pride that makes
God a reality –
it is your humility,
way you open, when
tenderness touches you.
Remember dear one
you are a trembling galaxy
pretending to be a person -
You are the secret
the sky holds during
early morning hours.
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