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
to be remembered
f you give someone
something, give something
that endures –
don’t give a flower
for it dies nor money
don’t give something
that makes them remember
you.
give them something
that makes them forget
you and remember
Who they are –
don’t ever give to be
remembered –
give them your own
breath, your presence –
give them anything
that pulls them
towards the light
in their eyes -
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