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, November 14, 2017
ring on God's finger
what is a medicine
that heals all heartache?
it is your
complete surrender -
your willingness to be still,
your undivided presence -
when all your limbs
catch the flame of love
and softness takes over -
and then what shall we become?
a candle?
a freshly chopped garlic
with wild honey,
a road?
a ring on God's finger
a new silence
or all?
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