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
the music of now
you may not yet
are done flirting
with your past -
The ego loves
the past!
and you still want to look at
your photo albums because
it brings you sweet memories
from the good old days -
it does not matter how
painful the past was,
the ego still wants to
cling to it.
and yet there is still fierce oneness
between you and I because
your resistance to life
is only the image in your mind -
deep in your chest, you are
the music of now,
wherever you are,
Here is the only place you
can be and all other places
are inside here and now.
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