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.
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
With our ears
With our ears
the cosmos hear –
With our tongue
the cosmos taste –
With our eyes
the cosmos see
everything that
holds us together –
You are the thing
that holds us
together –
you are the sweetness
in our mouth when
we feel the root
of hunger -
you are the road
and the traveler –
You are the music
And the one who
Plays music –
You are honey as
well as what
makes the honey
sweet -
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