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.
Thursday, October 26, 2017
I said to a poem
I said to a poem
coming through
this evening -
who are you and
where do you come
from?
You're the sky
and i am a medicine
disguised as a warm rain.
when i touch humans,
their hands and hearts open
when i touch the
earth, her forest blooms.
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