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.
Friday, October 6, 2017
music of life
You might want to
come back to the
market again and
again to buy more time -
that is what many people do-
They don’t mind paying so much.
at the end of the day
you will realize that
there is no end of the day
or night –
There is no beginning either –
There is no time.
There is only constantly
flowing music of life
and you are that music of life.
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