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 11, 2017
wildly alive
You can call me crazy
if you want but
I’ve nothing to wish for -
nothing to wait for -
nothing to hope for -
I'm already drunk
with what is here.
In the present moment
everything is wildly alive,
sacred and
precious
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