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
lions and wild horses
I am the eternal
warmth that radiates
the world –
I am father of all fathers
and mother of all mothers –
How do I know this?
The sky grew out of my body
The earth emerged out of by being
The ocean and the waves,
The milky ways and stars
Rivers and deserts
Came out of my presence
And yet I claim nothing
and nobody –
I remain empty and clear –
I play no role –
I roam free in the forest
of life with lions
and wild horses.
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