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
one with life
As long as
there is something
that bothers you
or angers you
or irritates you
or frightens you ---
or something that
makes you anxious --
as long as you
are waiting for
something special
to happen for you
you are not one
with life.
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