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.
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
prisoners of the mind
if only for one
moment you put down
your ideas about life and God
and enlightenment -
if you drop your opinion and
information about yourself
and others –
if you leave behind
what you know about your
parents and grandparents,
if you give up your past and future
and stop analyzing what is
going to happen next -
if you put on hold what you
have done in the past
and what you are planning
to do in the future,
if for just one second
you are free from imaginations
and concepts -
if you are empty from your self-created
fear and worries and expectations -
the entire planet would have
been raised to the holy
mouth of the sun
because at least for a moment
the world is free from
prisoners of the mind.
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