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
concept of God
When you go
to the temples or shrines ---
you can get closer
to the concept
Of God –
But when you enter
your own heart
or when you look
at a bird singing
in your backyard
when you listen
to the rain ---
or watch squirrels
chasing each other
on a tree branches,
or when you see a flower
opening to the morning
smile,
you are with God.
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