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
Something ancient
Living meaningfully
is one form of dance
while rushing towards the future
is a cosmic divorce.
It is going to be just fine
if you cannot meet deadlines –
what if your everyday needs burn
into ashes inside your gentle breath?
Something ancient and
Vast circles and sings
around your heart.
You see dear one?
everything is asking you
to be patient with yourself -
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