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, November 2, 2017
anarchy
all paths are good,
they are forged by someone
going somewhere –
but the path you need
is the one that takes
you to the center
of your heart–
the center that
swallows all anarchy
and holds everything
together -
that path can only be
forged by you.
That path is not Path.
It is walking on fire.
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