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, October 16, 2017
looking for a mountain
We only
look for what is hiding -
is love hiding?
is God hiding?
is Awareness hiding?
is truth hiding -----?
it looks like it is hiding
because you have not
opened your eyes
or may be you were
taught to look for
it else where.
you are looking
for a mountain
that is standing in front
of you.
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